Our hunt this morning was a bust. We made the long hike around the bird we put to bed last night and planned to bushwhack him when he came off the hill. The best laid plans never work. We heard nothing gobble on the roost. We did however hear a hen come along the creek behind us, turn and go up the ridge, and then suddenly turn into a horrible sounding crow. I suspect that didn't help our chances much. We never did see the guy, but I would have liked to kick him. That's the problem with this public land...too many people and not enough room to move. Incidentally, the guy didn't pay much attention to the posted signs that are scattered every 50 yards along the private land either. It is no wonder that even a dumb turkey can figure out when things just aren't right. When you sit in the woods as just an observer of other hunters, it becomes painfully obvious how we (hunters) are so predictably stupid. BTW, Mason's patience wore too thin to kick back and wait the turkeys out. I don't blame him a bit, as turkey hunting is mighty boring when they don't want to chat much.
I really wish I had permission on that little piece of private land, sure would make my life a lot easier in the morning!
