Not just opening day, but the third day as well. I killed a good bird this morning. The weather was so bad yesterday that I didn't even go, and the wind was so bad this morning I was wishing that I had stayed in bed. I had to get pops out of bed, because he thought I was crazy to hunt in all that wind. After 30 minutes of hearing nothing but wind, he decided to hang it up and get ready for work. I went to check out one more spot on my way home and didn't here squat, but as I left to take the long way home I ran a good bird out of the road that borders our property. I slammed it in reverse and flew back to where he couldn't see the truck, then got out and hight tailed to as close as I dared to where he had been in the road. I started calling really loud due to the heavy winds, but to no avail. After about 10 minutes I heard what I thought was a gobble. A series of yelps later, I knew that it was a gobble. I finally saw him about 60 yds out strutting and gobbling. That's right I could see him gobbling, but could barely here him. After a while he walked behind a big briar patch and I thought the game was up. After about 5 minutes I called and he immediately answered (new hope). I shut up and he finally came waltzing in from my left. When he broke strut at 28 yds, I dusted him. After it was all said and done he weighed 19 1/2lbs, sported 2 beards 8 and 10 1/2", and spurs 1 and 1 1/4". Needless to say I was tickled pink. :salude:
If the hunting is cold, luckily so is the beer!