Sat on the edge of a treeline that divided two fields, one public and one private. Called and called and called, bastards stayed across the treeline in private lands the whole time, about six hours. Was in a blind and had three decoys in the field...never came over. Called back to me every time, but.... Nada.
Good on you for respecting private property. I'm going to try turkey hunting in the fall.
"I was married once, sir, but she run off with a gypsy. My heart was not ripped out, but she did steal my cuckoo clock."
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