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Youngbuck
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Dad and I got up at 3:30 Saturday morning, and headed out. We left the house about 10 minutes late, but made good time driving, and arrived at our spot at 5:00. We stepped out of the truck to already hear a tom fired up! But he was not where we had planned to hunt so we decided to leave him, and go to our area, and if nothing happened, we would go back to him. So we got set up, and the birds started lighting up. We had two to our right two ridges over, and a couple on the river bottom to our left, the two behind us. Four of them kept going, but staying in the same place until about 6:20 when one to our right started moving. He gobbled three times from when he started moving until we seen him. He came down the hill in full strut, then abruptly stopped and came out of the strut at about 55 yards away. I don't know if I moved, or if he had me silhouetted, but he decided to turn and go back to where he came from. So dad said I had better shoot, I knew it was a very far shot, but the Hevi-Shot I was shooting patterned well out to that range. So, I shot, and dropped right down. My dad did a great job calling him down a hill, up a hill, through one, possibly two fences, and down another hill. It was a great morning, and after I got him, there were still two sounding off at 8:00 while we were hanging a stand. He ended up weighing 21lbs( he reminded me of a rutted out deer, no fat, and had no food in his gullet, and had obviously been fighting) he had a 10 1/2 inch beard, and one spur was a 1 1/8, the other was broke off to 3/4.