It was like Mr. Bean goes hunting....

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  • Sasquatch
    Member
    • Jul 2004
    • 380

    #1

    It was like Mr. Bean goes hunting....

    So, I go out Friday night and put some birds to bed. I head out at dark o'clock in the morning. I get to the tree line and give a owl hoot, and get 2 diffent gobbles back. I sneak my way to the little clearing I've chosen to set up in. That's when things go very wrong. I start off by trying to set up my blind. It doesn't happen, the fiberglass poles in the frame explode sounding like shots in the still morning, but the gobblers both shout out from their roosts and no one comes out of the trees. All is not lost. So, with no blind to hide in, I turn it into a barrier to sit behind. I put out some decoys in the middle of the set. I get my calls ready, load up, and have a seat. I wait a good while before letting out some small yelps, and I get both gobblers again. I wait a little while, then do a flydown cackle. More gobbles. Now, all of this I've done with a box call and a diaphragm, two sound like 2 hens, thus more enticing right? Okay, so I hear both toms flydown and both gobble. Sounds like they're irritated with each other and both working my way! Then, it starts to rain. Now, remember, I am not inside a nice dry blind, I am exposed to the elements. The boxcall shortly becomes useless. I still have the diaphragm though. I go to give it a small yelp, and get a sound more like pbbbbbllllllllllltttttttttt than a yelp. The latex reed just disintegrated in my mouth. Now, both toms have gone dead silent. Guess they don't like flatulant hens. Anyway, I give them a little time just in case they are coming in quiet. Then, one of my decoys takes a header and is laying on the ground on its side. Great. So, I figure, leave it, and give a few yelps on the glass call I've got that is SUPPOSED to work even when wet, which it did by the way at the house. Well, the only sound the slate makes sounds something like a mouse fart. The rain of course suddenly stops once all of my calls are properly soaked. Then, the bugs come out. So, here I sit, wet, call-less, aggrivated, one decoy down, bugs in my eyes (the only exposed part of my body), no gobbles to be heard. Then to make matters worse, there's a shotgun blast from the other side of the ridge I'm hunting. Well, then the rain starts up again, and I say a few choice words, pack up everything and head home. Obviously, I didn't venture out today, only because of previous committments that I have to be home for. Oh well, perhaps things will go better next weekend.
    How is it that you are heading west? Well, we face north and then really sudden like turn left.
  • Qtip
    Member
    • Jan 2005
    • 69

    #2
    You should have capped off the hunt with a wet fart! LOL! That was a funny read and I'm sure we have all had mornings like that!

    Qtip
    Soli Deo Gloria!

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    • Seeker
      Member
      • Jan 2008
      • 333

      #3
      still better'n a good day at work, wannit?

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      • AlSara
        We fish with a fly
        • Jul 2007
        • 275

        #4
        Originally posted by Qtip
        You should have capped off the hunt with a wet fart! LOL! That was a funny read and I'm sure we have all had mornings like that!

        Qtip
        Soli Deo Gloria!
        Or a shart...

        That's a great story, Sasquatch. Keeps the sport in perspective. Sorry you didn't get a bird, though..

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        • DRIFTER
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          • Sep 2007
          • 897

          #5
          Your lucky you didn't go out today, rained here until about 11:30! You'll get-
          em next time. I'm hoping that goes for me too....

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          • Kilgore Trout
            Member
            • Jun 2007
            • 49

            #6
            I know how you feel, I've had fishing trips that were a complete and utter disaster from the time I walked out the front door of my house to when I finally gave up.

            But I truly believe what separates the men from the boys in terms of our devotion to the sport is when we can look back on those days and still be raring to go on the next trip.
            In which I ramble senselessly: In the Vise

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            • Sasquatch
              Member
              • Jul 2004
              • 380

              #7
              Originally posted by Seeker
              still better'n a good day at work, wannit?
              True... true....
              How is it that you are heading west? Well, we face north and then really sudden like turn left.

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