The battle is over.
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It was as classic of a roost hunt as you could imagine. He started gobbling right about 6:15. He was roosted almost exactly where he was the first time I heard him and I was already close. I scooted around a little to get in a better spot and let him know I was there. From my previous experience with this bird, I knew he would go quiet for long periods if I called much so I just gave him some quiet yelps and purrs.
About 645 a hen started answering his gobbles. I started echoing her and he gradually warmed up. I started cutting in response to his gobbles and he would gobble back to me, then the other hen would yelp and he would gobble to her. I knew it was a toss up whether he flew to me or not and this time he did. He hit the ground about 50 or 60 yards out, hidden by the root ball of an fallen oak tree. I yelped and he started drumming. He worked his was to me, I had the gun ready for him to clear the trees. He was strutting and gobbling and finally stepped into the open at 30 yards and I pulled the trigger.
As I sat there with the gobbler, the hen continued calling down in the bottom for about 20 minutes until she finally realized he wasn't there. There's at least another gobbler in there, possibly more. I was focused on him so I didn't really get a good read on their gobbles.
The tops of his wings are bare and his spurs are worn and rounded. He has 5 beards. I had my phone running the whole time so I hopefully have the audio of the hunt to remember. The only sad part is that I'll not get to tangle with this one again, he was a fun gobbler to hunt. It's a little crazy to get zeroed in on one bird like that, but who said turkey hunters were sane?
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