Met up with some good friends of mine in Kansas for a quick couple days of hunting. Left Chattanooga around 4 pm Thursday eveing, rolled into camp at 4 am Central and went out to hunt. We got to where we park and were greeted by 3 barking dogs that are very lucky I have a soft spot in my heart for canines. We played the same hand we do first day out, we setup tight to a treeline with some riverbottom and listened for the first gobbles of the morning. Well those first gobbles dang near knocked us over. We were about 60 yards from them. Long story short they pitched the other way and left us hangin. We circled around to the other side of the creek and setup for a little calling on a lonely tom strutting all by himself in one of the bottom fields. We got real aggressive on the calling in that stiff Kansas wind and within 15 minutes of setting we had a gobbler come on in. My buddy Matt was filming and even though the bird was 20 yards off, I couldn't shoot and that ole boy walked off to live another day. Now in our opening sequence of calls I leaned hard into that glass call and started up some fighting purrs that lasted a good 3 minutes. That calling brought in 2 hens that were ready to fight. First time I have seen fighting purrs done by real hens and they were in 3/4 strut for most of the time they were doing it. That was pretty dang cool and we got it on film. All that ruckus those hens brought on eventually piqued the interest of one longbeard who wanted in on the action. A few more clucks on the glass and his life ended 10 yards from the end of my gun.
Day 2 started a little late. I'm guessing a few barley beverages may have had something to do with our tardiness. We ended up sitting at the truck waiting for some gobbles and picked the group we knew we could get in on without being noticed. The birds hammered pretty good on roost but then all went quiet, we knew they were down. Our calls were met with silence as we sat there beating ourselves up for the late start when all of the sudden we had a gobble about 150 yards to our North on the other side of the dike. Within a few minutes he sounded like he was just on the other side of the dike and here comes a parade of hens straight over with this ole boy tryin to keep up. He walked to around 12 yards and I let him have it. Done tagged out in Kansas at 7:05 am the second day. Was a great time and a great hunt with some great friends. Thanks for the read. Ed
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