Well-here it goes-The previous day the normal roost held one bird. I wasn’t able to hunt on Wednesday, so Thursday was opening day for me. I took my son along, and we were tickled that we had a bird on the roost about 75 yds from the blind. He appeared to be the only bird around, and just as the birds did last year-he flew to the valley. There was no getting in front of him, and he appeared to be on a mission to cross the valley and go out of bounds. We hunted the rest of the day, and never heard so much as a gobble. The following morning, my son decided to sleep in. I started in the valley in hopes of catching one coming off the roost just as the pattern suggested. Guess what-all the birds were out of bounds, across the road-and they were crazy loud that morning. I moved to an opening, and hoped to bring them across the road. Nothing doing on this morning.
I pulled stakes, and went back to the ATV. I decided to head up the ridge to check on my blind. I hunt near the property line of 2 other preoperties that abutt the property I can hunt. It appears to be the only solid Thunderchicken spot on that chunk of ground. I hit the box call with a few yelps and heard a few gobbles just about out of earshot. I thought, what the heck, I’ll give it a try, so I parked the ATV, and walked to the blind. Did a few purrs, yelps etc, and heard the same distant gobbles. The spring sun was warming the blind nicely, and my eyes became heavy, and off to dreamland I went. A short time later the old spit and drum woke me, follwoed by a thunderous gobble. A couple more taps of the box call kept him coming until he ran into some #5 shot.