This ain't the one I called in, but he ended up pay'n a deadly price for hang'n with the big boys.
I been hunting my public land area in SW Fl. and called in one the other day but he busted me soon as he stepped into sight. He was about 40yds and too far to shoot.
It was my fault because I told myself when he started coming in I needed to move to a spot that would put him right at 25yds. when he broke into the open..but I didn't do it and it cost me the bird.'
Yesterday a bird was gobbling not very much and I finally got him to come in by doing just a little calling. I saw him soon as he got to about 50yds. and again when he was sneak'n to wards me at about 40yds..was a real good long beard. However he was with a bunch of small Jakes and I lost sight of the big gobbler. When I saw him he was going towards and opening and I moved the gun to it and was waiting for him to step out at about 25yds. He didn't a Jake did and started eyeball'n me and I bout died try'n to hold the gun up till he went on. The Jakes started taking too much notice of me and one was going to spook as it came right on top of me..so I had no choice but shoot it. Never did see the big gobbler again.Will try to hold out for a bigger one now...although I'm proud of all of them with flintlock..especially this dang cylinder bore. Didn't get my wood and barrel for my new flinter till a wk before turkey season so will be next yr. before I use it.