Man what a day again. Half hour after sunrise I heard gobbling but couldnt get em' in. About noon I managed to call in a nice tom from quite a distance, but no surprise he hung up about 70 yards away and strutted and gobbled for about an hour and a half. Knowing that most likely he wasnt gonna come in, I decided to walk around the edge of the property to try him from the other side. He STILL stayed in the same spot. So, again knowing he probably wont get any closer to THAT spot, I moved in closer. Well, he must have busted me cuz I never heard him gobble again.

Heard one gobble a few hours later, but that was it. Hunted from sunrise to 4:30 and came home empty handed.

I question myself why I am so obsessed with such a frustrating hobby.