It has been one of those turkey season's that I think every turkey hunter has experienced at least once. I just could not close the deal to save my life! I have easily put on over a hundred miles so far this turkey season, 25 of which was this weekend. Saturday there were birds gobbling at squirrels, woodpeckers, crows, semi trucks on the highway, but a hen call not a chance. I pulled all my hair out and now am completely bald. Sunday started out the same way. Its a 3.5 mile hump just to get up to the area where I start to hunt so that involves a 4 a.m. take off time from the trailer to be in there before the pitch out. I got the run around all morning until about 10 a.m. when I found a bird I hadn't heard before. It took an act of god to get him to come in but I got er done. On my way down the mountain I heard my big old 3 year old gobbling his brains out from his oak flat strut zone and he was hot so I made my move on him. I got set up and the battle was on. After about an hour he finally broke and started my way gobbling about every 15 seconds then silence. About a minute later movement to my right catches my eye and there in a clearing is a big ass cougar. I've never seen one that clearly out in the open like that. What a cool animal. I turkey called at him and he stopped and stared for what seemed like forever. I added another 14.7 miles to the gps trip meter when it was all said and done. It was one hell of a day in the turkey woods.
