We were walking to the blind and saw three toms that were already in the field take off. I kind of got discouraged. I knew we should have gotten out earlier because of the storm coming in. I was just getting ready to put my decoys out when I decided that Im gonna take my bow and go sit somewhere with no blind. So me and my dad sat by this fallen down tree. We had some pretty good cover. Well we sat there till around 7:10 when I saw a HUGE gobbler come out about 75 yards down the crick. He went into the field and started eating. Then right behind him came 6 jakes. They all were playing around in the field and chasing eachother and all. Then around 7:30 the big ol' tom got mad or somethin and scared all the jakes away. Then he slowly walked back out of the field about 50 yards out. Just a little out of shootin distance. He never wanted to come into my calling or decoys. I would chirp some and pur some at him and he would just stop, raise his head then keep on going.
Ill be going back out saturday morning. Its suppose to rain friday night and saturday morning but im gonna try the morning hunt any way.