Tale of the Hunt

I found this bird the previous morning but was unable to call him in close enough because he just didn't want to leave his ladies. I just sat and watched him strut back and forth gobbling at my calls.

I went back to ring in the first day of spring and he was back in the same tree he was in the day before. He was with his hens once again but I managed to slip in and set up in between him and his strut zone about 70 yards from his roost. Just like clock work he hit the ground and headed straight toward me. What a way to begin the spring!