Nothing like ending your season by wounding a gobbler. I’m sick sick sick. I walked up on him strutting in a road about 100 yards in front of me. I bailed off in the pines and closed the gap. While I was slipping through the pines he gobbled and I got set up. I called to him and he gobbled, and then gobbled on his own. Within a minute I saw him strut into the pines, set his wings and start walking straight to me. I pulled the trigger and he backflipped. Fan sprawled out and then inexplicably he got his feet under him and managed to get out of my sight. I had a buddy and his son help me look for him and we never even found a feather. I’ve lost 2 over my years turkey hunting but I’ve never been more surprised to see one get up. I wish I could say it was a clean miss but I don’t see how. I don’t know? No blood, no feather, no sign.
