Tony Catalde I spend a lot of time in the field hunting every week and almost all of it is by myself. Every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday for the past few months have been in search of California pigs and turkeys. Every day at 430pm I head out and put in the miles of walking, stalking and setting up in a stand. It has been a rough few months for me. All I have to show for it is a pair of worn out boots, calls and broadheads that have only seen a Morell Target. But, that is not entirely true, I did have a few turkeys and pigs under 20yards three times and yet I did not even pull the string. Fences got in the way. Obviously fences are a good thing in hunting, they keep wayward cattle off your land from your neighbor, they give you a nice spot to rest you back during Turkey season and the keep unwanted guests off your property during the ever coveted deer season. But there are those times that you are on the other side of the fence by yourself, no one within 10 miles of your location and you have to make the call to be ethical or bag something you have been dreaming about for months.
I was sitting back against an oak tree facing an open field that had been cut three weeks prior to my set. Wind was calm, sun was just tucking itself to sleep and I threw out a soft purr. Then they come in, two nice Toms strutting their stuff 50 yard, 40 yards, 30 yards just a few more yards and they would be over the fence that was on my left and in my kill zone. But not today, the two Toms just stayed on their side despite my calls, purrs and a young lady I had set up just for them. I know I could have threaded my Easton St Axis 340 through the bobbed wire and made a kill, but I just could not pull that string back. So they strutted away never to be seen