A story on paintence

[paceman]

I talked to a friend last night that scored a nice 23 lb tom yesterday. She sat in a blind all day long along a field swamp edge. She climbed in around 5:00 am. She sot him at 7:30 p.m. She never moved, never left, just sat there. She never even saw a squirrel or tweety bird, nothing until after 2:30 pm. Finally the woods became alive and turkeys started coming out to the field. She said 26 mostly hens and jakes. Finally 2 nice toms came out and they milled around all afternoon evening until one of the toms came into range at 7:30 pm. The land owner told her he had been seing lots of turkeys in that field. He was right but there no way I would have sat there all day long. Especially without seeing anything. Heck two hours is like a week to me....

[Tipup101]

Thats awsome, it is hard to sit when you go a shotgun in your hands. The longest I sat was 12 hours on the last day of the season and passed on a jake with one hour left in the season. Just to mabey see a tom I chased all week he showed up with ten minutes left I had a shot at thrity five yards and MISSED! Oh well it was worth it.

[DonBo]

Hey, good for her! I sit long hours in a blind myself, but after most of the day with no action I would probably move to a different location. Secret to long sits is a good book.

[Tipup101]

I am an a.m. radio guy. I put one ear plug in really low and listen to sports sports sports all day. Or Prarie Home Companion, I love that show. True story shot a doe last year while listing to the Rubarb pie song.

[Scott M]

Congratulations to your friend. Great advise on waiting out a bird. My turkey hunting and deer hunting back packs always contain a good book. Got interrupted midway through Dan Brown's Deception Point to shoot a little doe last November. Didn't get the same results with a fishing anthology this spring. Maybe turkeys don't like nonfiction?

[goblueM]

I had a similar experience to that 3 years ago. Late May, birds not too interested in the calls I was giving. Had observed them making the rounds along the field edge. Sat there 3 days, 10 hours each day. One day they went behind me, the other time they were getting toward me a deer scented me and spooked em.

Finally 2 hours before I had to leave, a huge tom sneaks down the field edge, pauses, then pokes his head around a brush pile 20 yards in front of me. Boom!

25 pounds, 1 inch spurs, 11 inch beard. Felt so good to finally nail one. Here's to long hours of sitting!