Mike Repp
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Well went out this weekend here in Illinois. Birds were silent thursday night so I didnt roost any birds for Friday mornings hunt. Friday morning heard one bird gobble on the roost. Worked my way to the other side of the property about 2 miles. Sat down and called, bird answers back, I'm thinking this is going to be a great day. Worked this bird for about an hour. Then nothing but silence. And that was the way the rest of the morning was until aroun 10:00. along a crp field I start calling under this huge old oak. I get a response from a Tom and the games begin again. I could see him in the field about 100yds out strutting. Just could not get him to come in any closer. Then I see a hen come into view and hes lost to love. Rains had the creek high and I finally found a place to cross. Working my way along the creek, stopping to call every once in a while. the sun is high and its getting hot. Shooting ends at 1:00 and its 12:30 by now. So I decide to call it a day and head back to the truck. Searching for a place to cross the creek, I finally find a spot that has a sand bar and the water is only 3ft wide, but 4 ft deep. I figure I can jump 3 ft so I jump to the other bank only to have it give way under my feet. Soaked and muddy I crawl up over the creek bank. I walk about 20yds and here is a bird laying flat on the ground trying to hide from me. I swing the Benelli on him just as he trys to get up and fly. Bang my opening day ends with an 18lb bird 10in beard and 3/4in spurs 10 minutes before shooting ends. Also had a bonus of musrooms.
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