But no cigar. Walking to where I was going to set up at around 6:30 am. To the right at about 150 yrds is where the power line is located, as I'm walking I hear one gobble. I stop, he gobbles again, about 3 times. I decide I am going to set up at the edge of the power line and see if I can get him to fly down to me. As I get there, he is on the other side of the power line.
I bumped him off the roost.
By this time daybreak has begun, and I have seen birds on the powerline several times, so I decided to go ahead and set up there and see if I can get one to come in. No dice, after sitting there for 45 mins. I go down about another 100 yrds. Nothing. So at around 10:00 I decided to go into town, grab a bite to eat, and head back out.
I get back out to where I know these birds are strutting after eating breakfast. I don't want to bump these birds, so I set up at about 25 yrds inside the hard woods right next to a cow pasture. I start hitting my box call, hoping to have a lonely gobbler come to me. After about 30 mins, to the left of me at about 9:00 I see a hen coming my direction slowly feeding. "Maybe she's pulling a gobbler with her". She starts going behind me about 60yrds. I don't move. Finally after about 10 mins, I SLOWLY turn my head to the left to see if I can get a look to where she went. Out of the corner of eye, at about 7:00 (I felt like the chick in the exorsist) I see 3 gobblers all in full strut with 6 other hens. I cannot move! If I do, I am busted. I stay that way for another 5-7 mins, my neck is killing me from stretching it, my eyes are killing me from straining to watch them. Again, with all those eyes there, if I move I am a goner. They finally begin to move away from me. I just was set up in the wrong direction, but I know what to do the next time.
It seems like I always learn a lesson each time I go out chasing these Turkeys, and man I love it.