Had a funny bust up last week with my stalk getting blown by another hunter.
Spotted two toms across an ag field strutting in an opening in woods. I started meticulously working my way toward them, inching closer and closer. I was taking it slow, but throwing out an occasional call to keep them interested and making noise. Then, out of nowhere they suddenly busted out of there. I thought I’d somehow blown it and had the disappointment of messing things up starting to set in.
Then I caught some movement in my periphery. It was a coyote staring back at me like “you blew my stalk, idiot.”
Spotted two toms across an ag field strutting in an opening in woods. I started meticulously working my way toward them, inching closer and closer. I was taking it slow, but throwing out an occasional call to keep them interested and making noise. Then, out of nowhere they suddenly busted out of there. I thought I’d somehow blown it and had the disappointment of messing things up starting to set in.
Then I caught some movement in my periphery. It was a coyote staring back at me like “you blew my stalk, idiot.”