Man it was quiet out there today for me. I never heard a bird gobble all morning, even from the roost, but managed to kill Mr Sneaky.
I set my blind near where I killed number one earlier but was greeted with silence this morning. Even the birds were chirping less. From my pre season scouting, I knew there was another few gobblers hanging so I sat tight, calling every half an hour or so. At 9am, I was seriously contemplating packing it up and headed out, but experience has taught me that late morning can sometimes be the ticket and patience while hunting is something I am fortunate to have.
I hadn't called in probably 40 minutes when I caught movement out of the side window of the blind. I just leave it cracked for air flow more than anything. Here he came, on a slow march, without uttering so much as a peep. It was sort of a scramble to get everything ready, but when he popped into my front window, he was only 15 yards and the arrow flew true. The Ravin R26 took out the wing butt and it was over with a few flops.
Very happy with this bird. Sometimes the ones that take the most patience seem to be more rewarding. He appears to be a two year old with a 9.5 inch beard and 7/8 inch sharp spurs. Pretty cool feature is the black back feathers on this bird. Solid black.
That's a wrap for the 2018/19 seasons. Bittersweet for sure but pretty dang happy to arrow two birds in the first week.
I support all hunters, regardless of weapon or technique!