This morning, friend Doak Harbison and I were turkey hunting in Botetourt County, Virginia. Fortunately, I had tagged out and had the great joy of not carrying a gun and trying to help Doak take a tom. At dawn, we heard seven gobblers sound off but they had hens with them so we knew we had little chance until that magic 10:00 to 11:00 hour when the hens often depart to their nests.
At 10:15, just like we had hoped, a gobbler cranked up in response to yelps from my box call. And soon the bird was on its way through the woods, and we felt, into the field that borders the woodlot where we had set up. Doak and I both became excited and felt that everything was working in our favor.
Then suddenly, we saw two hunters walk into the field at the exact spot where we had anticipated the gobbler would come. A field where they were trespassing. Of course, the gobbler became silent and we can only assume that he saw the two hunters.
It's just not safe to stay near people like the two individuals. So we headed to our respective homes.