On a clear, 50 degree Florida morning, the gobblers should have been gobbling with vigor - they didn't.
At a set-up which could only be described as idyllic for a turkey kill, I was sure a tom would come strutting in - he didn't.
Using my patented, "don't call so much that they figure out you can't call worth a darn" strategy, I figured I'd get at least some response - I didn't.
The rest of the outdoor community was alive. Hoot owls hooted, and hogs rooted. A bobcat slipped behind me on a fallen tree trunk. A coyote stood close to my truck. The sandhills called, and the whip-poor-wills balled.
And if you want real poetry, just look at this picture. How many of you can lure in a moo-cow with a mouth call? That's what I thought!!!
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2 comments:
Ian you do have mad skillz! LOL!
Some may even say - not me, though - I have Mad Cow Disease Skillz
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