The last day for me was the most excitement I've had out in the Turkey woods this year. I started off with my father and I receiving gobbles back to the calls we were making and the tom was getting closer, then it went all bad. We had 2 does come up behind us and start blowing, stomping, and head bobbing at us. They and caught our sent and I woke up to the sound of the blowing and stomping. When they finally left we never herd anything again. When it came to lunchtime we had made up our mind that it wasn't worth it to stay but we'd go eat and come back to a friend’s house (guides for Thunder Valley Outfitters and owners and guides for their own guiding establishment 3M Outfitters is Decatur county). After eating we came ask and we talking to them when the son came back and said he ha seen a bird for me to go shoot as long as we could get out ahead of it. Well we go there, never saw that bird, busted 2 bucks that have antlers already outside of their horns, and a doe. When we find a fence line and sit down and no more than 2 minutes later (4:27 pm) I had spotted 2 average toms or big jakes moving away from us. We called and they didn't make an attempt to come over to us. When we herd a hen yelping out in front we called and we had a tom answer back to us 300 yards up the hill, and every call we made, he gobbled right back to us and he was getting closer. 15 minutes later we spotted him and once he got into the opening he was spitting, drumming, and strutting every chance he could. He finally got to 30 yards and my friend softly yelped at him and he cut lose right there with a bone chilling gobble. He came to 25 yards and my friend putted and told me to shoot, I couldn't due to a tree and brush is my way. The tom took 2-3 more steps and my friend putted and told me to shoot, that tree and brush was still in my way. Finally he got around that brush and tree, my friend putted, he put his head up and BOOM.............
he laid there stone cold not moving at all.
The BPS 12 put him down and 25 yards with federal 3" #5's.
He had bred A LOT with all his feathers on his breast bone missing and he's wings and tail feathers we also all beat up.
I had my second bird, and he had a 10" beard, 1 1/2 spurs, and he weighed 22 pounds, but all of his breast sponge was gone and we had gutted him already when we weighed him.
THANKS TO MY DAD FOR TAKING ME AND THANKS TO TYCE (FRIEND) & TERRY FOR CALLING AND HELPING ME HARVEST THIS BIRD.
Deerslayer
P.S. I'll post pictures when I get them.
SORRY IT’S SO LONG I WAS JUST SO EXCIDED
