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 More storms Friday evening!
Saturday I got up at 0430 again, cleaned up, and got out into the woods for another try.
This day is MUCH different from yesterday. There is a HUGE temperature difference. Now it is cold, very cold, probably a 30 degree change. I am wearing long johns and a winter deer hunting jacket along with my normal spring attire. The sneaky leafs are doing a dance on my jacket 'cause I am so cold!
It is cloudy and windy, no stars this morning. But off I went and got set up at my planned spot. Everything is wet and cold in the woods. I took two hen decoys today. Once I was comfortable, I sipped my coffee, waiting to hear my gobbler announce he is awake. Behind me I can hear and feel a grouse drumming.
He is very persistant....WHOOOP....WHOOP...Whoop....Whoop....whoop...whoop!!!
In the distance I hear a rooster pheasant cackle. Someone in the area has peacocks and I listen to their mournful calls too.
Soon I hear the gobbler but he is not closeby. He is far to the north. I decide to grab my things and start looking for him. I listen for a gobble and move. This goes on for some time until I reach the north ditch which is also the property line! He is roosting on another property!
So I set up some decoys in a grassy opening and hope I can entice him my way by calling. He is north of me and the wind is coming from the north in strong gusts. I doubt he can hear me but I persist.
During this time I became surrounded by a herd of whitetail deer. There I was sitting on the ground and they were forty-five yards away, browsing and cavorting. I keep calling and the deer pretty much ignored me. Now and then they look in my direction and stare, then carry on. I observe two velveteen bucks hanging together and a couple of does and their yearlings. The bucks have pretty good sized antler knobs on their heads. One is showing where he will have brow tines, maybe he will be the buck I kill this fall.
I answered the tom when he would call. When I could tell the tom was no longer roosting it was evident he was heading north himself, opposite to my location. His calls became fainter and fainter....
I heard no other toms that morning.
Back home I made a fire in my woodstove and had some hot tea to recap the morning hunt.
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