I came home on cloud nine yesterday...and no, I didn’t bring home a turkey. What I did bring back were ticks, poison ivy, sore muscles, a shed, and a sense of pride and accomplishment. Sunday afternoon I showed up at turkey camp as the men were heading home. We talked about where they’d been seeing turkeys and what my best options might be. Ultimately I decided I wanted to hunt the public land where I’d seen some turkeys the week before. It’s bow only hunting ground and I felt it was probably my best option. Blake’s cousin helped me set up my blind and they all headed back to Indiana. I was on my own. About an hr before sunset a tom stepped into the field about 100yds out. He hung out there for a bit. I called once and he puffed up and eyed my decoys but headed back into the woods eventually. At dark I snuck out of the woods. The next morning I snuck back into my blind. Nothing. Around lunchtime I headed to the local gas station. A table of hunters asked me if I’d heard or seen anything. They told me the turkeys haven’t been gobbling. Too much pressure. Discouraged, I decided to try another property I was given permission to hunt. I drove around for 10 mins glassing the fields. Then I spotted a tom walking through a wheat field. I looked at a satellite layout of the land. Gave my best guess of which way he was heading, grabbed my decoys and a gun this time and snuck in through a woodsline and set up. I spent the evening glassing, sneaking up creek beds, spotting turkeys, determining my options. So much of it is a gamble. Do I go here? Do I stay? My gut and emotions toyed with me all day. I hunted HARD. At one point I was glassing and saw a tom heading towards the field I had previously set up in. I snuck back through the woods and quickly set up and got ready. He came out about 80 yds from my decoy. I called. He puffed up and fanned out. Taking a few steps my way. We played our game for 30 mins but he only came within 70yds. It was a great experience for me and I’m proud I set out on my own. I went back and packed out my blind and all of my gear. I would’ve loved a turkey on my back. There’s time yet. It’ll happen. Still, I left those woods with so much.