...he's been giving me fits all season. I have passed up on several oportunities of some fair long-beards this month waiting for a shot at him. I finally had him in close yesterday morning and pulled the shot a good foot and a half by the looks of the dust that flew up in the bean field.
After sulking back in to the tall grass to continue feeding the mosquitos, I went over the shot again and agian trying to figure out how I had missed. I had lifted my cheek up off the stock to give a cluck so he would come out of his strut and when he stuck his neck out, I peeked to watch him drop and pulled the shot. I followed up and scrutinized the spot the bird was at when I missed to see if I may have hit him and criss-crossed the area he flew to in case I had wounded him. I double and triple-checked again and was satisfied that it was a clean miss. Talk about a humbling experience. In 30 years I have never had such a difficult time getting one to cooperate, and then I go and blow it.
About an hour later I had a group of jakes in front of me that came in to my calls, and after one split away from the group, I connected. I admired the little guy and thanked God for a season full of wonderful experiences, including some hilarious encounters with deer, and a fox that came within a foot of me that came in on me while I was calling on Memorial Day morning.
I had to level the barrel on his head and in a calm voice I said, "back off buddy". He didn't leave until I raised my face mask and repeated my words. I didn't want to shoot, as the big tom that I was to miss a couple of days later was nearby. I wasn't even sure if fox season was open, and his fur was far from prime. You shoud have seen the look on his face when he figured out that I wasn't a turkey. He looked puzzled and just crouched there cocking his head back and forth.
Congrats to all on a great season, whether you connected or not. Thanks to all, also, for all of the great threads and postings.