Because I understood that a turkey’s eyesight was exceptional, I was aware that movement should be kept to a minimum to avoid spooking the birds. However, what I didn’t understand was that there comes to a time when a hunter must run the risk of spooking the birds to get a shot.
After a second or two more of looking, I picked up on the “brain” pattern of the morel. Then another one. And then another one. All of the sudden, it seemed as if there were morels everywhere.
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.
