I ended up bushwhacking a jake yesterday afternoon. Saw a group of four with one tom as far as I could tell. I got in position laying on my belly just below the top of a hill and saw a red head moving from right to left. As tough as it's been for me out here, that red head at 20 yards was all I needed to see to pull the trigger. In all honesty, I may have knowingly shot a jake. It's an 11 hour drive back home. I elected to sleep in this morning. I think I'm done hunting these plains birds. I had a couple toms on the edge of a cut corn field 600 yards away. All I did was try to drop down and head them off to the ravine the appeared to be dropping down into. I moved 100 yards down the hill, glassed them again, and they were moving quickly away from me.
