NWPA Outdoors

Do you know a guy like this?
A buddy of mine — his first name is Andy — loves to call turkeys, so much so that he apparently prefers that to actually killing them.
So far this season he has called in 18 longbeards and two jakes — and let everyone walk.
“I’m not ready,” he says to explain why he hasn’t shot one yet.
He promises to wait as late on the last day as possible to get one.
I think he’s shooting for 11:50 a.m.
He’ll probably do it.
For as frustrating as it is to hear his stories, he’s as good as he says he is. He called in a longbeard from a long way off for a friend on a recent hunt. He’s called birds into range for others, too, this season.
For himself, the count is 20.
“I’ve put the red dot on each one,” he says. “I could have (killed them), but I know I’ve already won if I can put the red dot on them.”
He’ll get one, eventually. I am sure of that.
But I can’t help but wish that the last bird he sees this season — that one at 11:50 a.m. on the last day — is a little jake.