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Last spring’s opening day of spring gobbler season did not go well. My son, Bob, and I had decided to spend the morning hunting a ridge where several gobblers had been regularly hollering prior to the season.
It is a ridge Bob is familiar with. I had hunted there with him several times in other years. We were set up before daybreak; and when a tom began gobbling not far above us, I thought we were in business.
A couple more began gobbling shortly afterwards, and they approached us quickly. Bob called each time these birds gobbled, and he soon saw them running toward us.
When they were only 60...
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