Ive put enough time in to at least think im in kitty country which in most cases I'm ususally wrong. A new set led me to think of only the best outcome of the next 45 minutes. Glancing in the direction of the most likely pursuit i started calling. In minutes I caught movement in the brush. Gray and white, get ready. I made the move and held the call, then gave a little more of the call. Here it is, dang turns out to be a half dozen nutcrackers blowing out of the brush flying toward me. Several more follow the first group and continue throughout the set. Low flyers, high flyers, in the tree, out of the tree, to the ground, back to the tree. You name it they did it. Quiet down I'm thinking, loud birds. Well needless to say i was entertained, maybe a little too much. They eventually worked furthur and furthur to my left, and stopped squaking about an hour later. These birds hated my call and they hated the pursuit in which was unfolding beneath them the hole time. I tallied another busted set in the books and perceeded to walk out my trail. 30 yards later in full view of my decoy and me, what do I see?
NO WAY!
I'll be honest this is not the first time i've beat the trail down for our furry little friends, at least he had the easy walk. Was a good show for him though, the only reason why he left was to go get some popcorn!
