After a ruff start with a miss, a cripple and a couple busted hunts from non vocal birds, I had to get mind right and think poitive vibbs.
That and I held a string of spurs up faced the East and repeated a hex breaker Morgan told me about and done it 3 more times as I rotated left.
So I am going to a gobbling bird and before I can get to were I want to be I hear hens between him and me, and too the right and left.
Knowing I can't go any farther I set up and get in the game.
Man that dude just loves my Morgan pot and I think it is going to happen.
He is answering me and them and everything else.
Needless to say the girls won out.... He goes off down the bottom following them.
Just as that here we go again feeling started to set in I hear a loud close cluck...You know the kind..The one that is trying to make something move.
I cut my eyes to the left and here stands this young man at 30 yards...Just slipping in.
As he goes behind a tree I start to make my move and then it it hit me...He looks just like the kind of felllow that will whip that neck back around for one final peek before moveing forward.
Man am I glad I did not start up with the gun..He did just that...After he wrapped that one eye around for the last look he moved on behind the tree coming from left to right..The rest is history...
only 7 1/2 on the beard no spurs to account to much..But you talk about happy after a ruff start.
