Today was one of those days - you wonder if you got up on the wrong side of the bed, ate the wrong thing for breakfast, etc.

I hunted some hill ground we have today about 65 miles away- 3:15 am wake-up came much too early. It was calm when I left my house but when I got there it was blowing a gale. Didn't hear anything initially. Walked around trying to get the wind in order to hear better but nothing. Decided to walk into the wind until I heard something and finally did. One bird was gobbling near a field. I know the ground well because I coyote hunt there. I really was taking my time trying to figure out where he was before stepping out in to the field to get to him. By his last gobble he sounded like he was in a wooded draw or maybe behind it, leaving me plenty of cover to get close. The wind led me to misjudge the sound, because when I rounded the corner I was stunned to see him standing out in the middle of the field ---- can you say busted. I got on another bird with a lot of hens but couldn't get him to leave them (da - how often does that happen).

I try to learn something everytime I go out - your never too old or experienced to learn something about turkeys. The key learning with today's hunt is --- in a big wind really take your time and slow down approaching a gobbling bird. All the sound around you (wind in the trees, rustling leaves on the ground, etc.) muffles the gobble, even when you are downwind. He might sound far away but he might be just around the corner. Approach with caution.