By Freddy McGuire: We headed out for the last day and were invited to hunt a gobbler a buddy had been fooling with.  He gobbled well on the roost but when he flew down he totally shut up and game over.  We headed off and literally checked all of my places that were within reasonable driving distance but couldn’t get on anything else... 

We got back to the house about 10:00 to take a break and get some food before heading back out.  I stepped out of the truck and the exact scenario played out as it did us last year.  A turkey free gobbles across the driveway and I immediately got back in the truck and drove over.  After several series of crow calls and getting some real crows fired up he finally gobbles again.  We make our way over and get setup in a familiar spot. 

My first call is answered enthusiastically and I’m thinking good things!  Within a minute two hens pop up in the edge of the cow pasture and start heading right for us but the gobbler is still in the woods and not really with the hens.  One of the hens drops into the woods with the gobbler but in just a minute comes back out and continues our way.

  At that point I’m licking my chops!   

Sure enough he pops out of the woods at 40 yards and is staring down the pair of hens that are closing in on us.  One of the hens finally got too close and got nervous and putted and headed back toward the gobbler.  I told Amy it was now or never and she leaned out around another tree and made the shot on the gobbler just as he was turning to go back in the woods.