They were rip-roaring here a week ago.
Mighty hush mouthed this morning.
I’ve heard 3 gobbles. Two 500 yards in front of me. One 500 yards behind me.
I’m just keeping it parked and yelping ever now and then.
Neither bird answered a call.


“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”