|Posted by troy w. norman on April 22, 2011 at 7:19 PM|
1st season second day 2011. After getting soaked one the first day and only seeing jakes I moved to a new location. My setup was beside a large oak tree on a big ridge that the birds like to travel. This spot has paid big before and was hoping the sunshine would have the birds working the SNCC. As day breaks the birds cut loose to the sound of some soft tree yelps from my glass on the SNCC call. Just as many time before the birds worked the bottoms but responded well to the call. Soon I seen movement coming my way but moved off about 50 yrds to my right around a dead log. As the bird came out from behind the dead log he spotted me and bolted. In a fit of rage I slung led knowing it was for not. Now as I beat my head on the oak tree for my 1st miss in 8 years I told myself just chill out you know there are more birds in the bottoms. So I wait............ about a hour goes by before I decide to try my luck. I yelp....nothing so I give them a couple clucks followed by a yelp....silence.....ok now my head is really hurting as I kick myself for the earlier miss. It's then I decide to cut......not a peep.......and out of nowhere BOOM he brings the thunder but still works back and forth in the bottoms about 100 yrds. So I break out a second striker and give him my best fighting purr on the SNCC slate and about 45 seconds later I'm pulling the trigger on a great So. IL bird.