Opening day started out slow. While trying to sneak to my favorite spot, I stumbled on to three hens. They jogged away into a cedar thicket and my plan had to be revised. The creek bed was a second, last minute choice but, after 45 minutes of no gobbles, a decision was made to walk up the hill toward the Northern boundary of the property.
Once repositioned, I heard a couple of gobbles estimated to be 80+ yards away. A downed tree provided a hole for the stake of my decoy just on the side of low area created by an old logging/farm road. A cluster of three trees was selected as my hide 15 yards back from the decoy and I began calling and chirping about every 5 minutes for not more than 8 to 10 seconds. The gobbler responded and was closing the distance from the neighboring property and heavy woods.
The last gobble, in response to my call, was about 25 to 30 yards out. I never laid eyes on the gobbler until he emerged from behind my decoy from right to left. He was puffed up and fanned out then he saw the decoy and raised his head the full length of his neck. The front sight of my Beretta Xtrema settled just below the head and the 3.5" Winchester Supreme #5 did its job.
In the attached photo you will see a red object under the decoy, that is the shot wad. It landed at that location and was not placed there by me. The bird weighed over 20 lbs. with a 9" beard and 3/4" spurs. A couple of subsequent hunts have resulted in a hen sighting and other than another beautiful morning hunt in Tennessee, no Toms.
Well, I can't shoot them in the den so, I might as well keep trying.