KICKING YOUR OWN BUTTTTTTT

[LONG BEARD]

HAVE YOU EVER JUST DONE SOMETHING SO STUPID YOU FELT THAT YOU SHOULD KICK YOUR OWN BUTTTTTTT? WELL THAT HAPPENED TO ME THIS MORNING. 5:45 THIS MORNING I HEARD MY FIRST GOBBLE. I SET UP ON THE BIRD AND STARTED YELPING SOFTLY. AFTER MY FIRST YELP HE GOBBLED, AND GOBBLED, AND GOBBLED. I THOUGHT TO MY SELF THIS IS GOING TO BE A EASY ONE. AFTER ABOUT 5 OR SO MINUTES OF LOVELY CONVERSATION THE BIRD FLEW DOWN. 10 MIUTES WENT BY AND NONTHING. JUST THEN I HEARD IT. HE WAS ABOUT 35 TO 40 YARDS TO MY LEFT DRUMMING. HERE IS WERE IT GETS STUPID. THE BIRD WAS DIRECTLY TO MY LEFT. I ON THE OTHER HAND SET UP BEHIND THIS STUPID BUSH WHICH I COULDN'T SEE HIM. SO I SIT THERE STRAINING MY EYES CLUCTCHING MY GUN AS THE BIRD STUTS BEHIND THE BUSH TO THE LEFT OF ME. I COULDN'T DO A THING BUT SIT THERE AND LISTEN. IF I HAD ONLY SET UP JUST AHEAD OF WERE I WAS AT I COULD HAVE GOT HIM. SO FINNALLY I GUESSE HE GOT TIRED OF NOT SEEING HIS HEN SO HE LEFT ME THERE WANTING TO KICK MY OWN BUTTTTTTTT. BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE THERES ALWAYS TOMORROW.

[Frog123]

Yep, Know the feeling. Two years ago I was walking back to the truck when one gobbled right on top of me. I sat down at the closest tree and just purred and scratched in the leaves like a hen. The old boy couldn't stand it and came in gobbling every step of the way. Unfortunately there was a log down right in front of me and that created a slight rise in the terrain. The gobbler strutted right up to that rise and just stopped and gobbled. All I could see was the top couple of inches in his fan. Less than twenty yards away and thundering the ground and I couldn't see him. All I wanted him to do was poke his head over the log and give me a shot but would he do that? Nooooo, he had to be difficult. Finaly he got tired of playing games and just walked back from where he came. Hindsight, I probably could have waited until he was in the middle of a gobble and been able to have stood straight up and shot him. Didn't think of that one at the time..


Frog