Well its been a frustrating couple weeks of hunting. Went after wild boar in Vinton Co. an hour east of us. It was a night hunt with a small light shinning on a pile of corn. Well the first night got a little chilly and I left the blind a 1 am. Trail showed that they showed up @ 2:40 am. Left too soon. The next night I stayed until 4am, nothing. That was it on a 2 day hunt. I had 3 days leased for a turkey hunt last weekend. Friday was a rain out, but Saturday was a gem, birds gobbling everywhere. Finally a big old tom came out in the field and put on a show for an hour, flipped me off and walked the other way. Oh well at least I got some pictures. Sunday was slow, only heard 1 bird and he sound like he was in the same spot all morning. So I snuck down thru the cedar thicket and set up on a narrow green spot. He gobbled once and then there he was. I thought he was close enough, and I guess me not getting a turkey for a few years, made him seem closer than he was. At the shot I knocked off his feet, flopped around, got up and took off. The second shot knocked him down again, but the tough old bird took off through the woods like a scalded cat. 2hrs of searching proved fruitless. I guess that's why the call it hunting, not shopping.
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