
Get Out and Hunt Anyway
As I threw a glance over at the does, a pulse of new life shot through my body. A mature 10 point had just walked into the draw, his dogged approach upon the very trail that led right in front of my tree.
As I threw a glance over at the does, a pulse of new life shot through my body. A mature 10 point had just walked into the draw, his dogged approach upon the very trail that led right in front of my tree.
My mind reeled. Now, I was faced with a different situation than what I had anticipated; and there were far more variables in this one. I had to think fast, or risk losing the gobbler.
Lifting the call up to my mouth and turning to the side, I grunted two short communication grunts and waited. The buck stopped. My anticipation was at the climax. I knew that this was the pivotal point of the entire hunt – and perhaps my entire season.