Story goes like this:
I didn't get this bird roosted Wednesday afternoon, so I was hunting blind Thursday morning. As always happens, you walk to where you "think" they are roosted, wait til the songbirds wake up and then let out a hoot. As luck would have it, a pair of wood ducks squealed and he gobbled... freaking 3/4 of a mile away.. so I took off running. I knew where he was roosted, but it took 10 minutes to get there.. as soon as I snuck in there good, I saw him fly down, thought I spooked him. I waited and he gobbled... I sat down, hit a good raspy yelp and he cut me off.
A hen also answered me between him and me, but she was still on the limb. He was only about 80 yards from me, over a little hump and then, there he was. All blowed up going right at me. At about 50 yards, 2 hens flew down behind him, he turned to look back at them and I cut hard at him to keep his attention. He walked about 10 more yards and held up fer a couple of minutes, gobbling and strutting. Finally, without seeing a hen, he turned around, came out of strut and proceeded to walk away. I decided if he was gonna run from the law, well then, I was going to take drastic measures. I let loose of a wad of Federal Premium #4's from 44 yards and rolled his butt up. I was out there standing on his neck and my watched beeped 6:00am.
Prettiest thing you ever seen....
Deadeye... will be getting the grease hot tonight.
