So due to loosing a friend a couple weeks ago and other things going on I haven't been out much. A couple weeks ago I played the game with him and almost made the kill. Stupid yote ruined that set up. I decided not to shoot the yote in fear of spooking the bird from the area.
Been after him a couple times since but it was a no deal. I would hear him about a half mile away.
So I decide to run out and do an evening hunt for him. I set up in a spot he often works. Little windy that made it hard to hear much. At about 6:45 I hear him fire off. I figure out about where he is and decide to cut the distance. Of course on my way he shuts up. I give him a couple excited yelps and he fires off what I believe is 150 yards out. I walk up to where I think he should be and couldn't hear or see him. I give some yelps and guess what, he is down where I called from last time. I decide to sit down right where I'm at and see what he does.
He gobbles about a 100 yards out and I don't say a thing. He hammers again at about 75 yards then again at 50. This whole time I'm not saying a thing. He comes off to my left gobbles at 30 and comes into view. I have his head and then he goes behind a little knob and then comes out the other side at 25 yards in strut. He comes out partially and picks his head up and looks around. I shoot and he folds up.
I have never worked a birds for five weeks to be beat this many times. It was a pretty neat experience.


I should add that he had a little over a 9" beard. I was alone so field picks were hard. I used a Phelps mouth call.