I quickly changed from my fishing shorts to my hunting britches and scurried up the ridge to see if the gobble I heard was just my imagination.
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I’ll never let my hunting buddy live this one down.
The two longbeards gobbled at everything I threw at them and sprinted about 100 yards across the opposite ridge to get to us. I was the caller, my buddy the shooter. The gobblers stopped at close range, and my buddy took the easy chip shot. CLICK! It was the loudest non-shot I’ve ever heard. The gobblers took off running, and it was game over.