Of course, the gobbling was on the next hill again. I crossed over after the birds had quit gobbling. (They only gobbled maybe eight times each.) I felt confident once I arrived, I would be able to spark a conversation. I think they invoked the Fifth amendment for I would never spark any responses from either bird.
However, I did find a fawn curled up in hiding I suppose. I took some photos.
The allergies hit me hard, so I moved around the hill to get to the jeep and head home. I hate the allergies. I won’t be hunting tomorrow.
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