Was finally able to get with the 80 yr old gentleman that we hunt with in middle TN. Weather and schedule conflicts had prevented it so far this season.
I picked my dad up at 3:15 for the drive over. Glenn was ready when we pulled in at 4:45. We dropped my dad off at one spot while we headed to another farm. We were greeted with four different gobblers in different directions. After trying to determine the easiest setup spot (he had forgotten his walking stick) we got situated.
The gobbler was behind the field we were sat up on at our 2:00 position. Soon we heard a hen at our 12:00 but closer. She was still roosted but I thought he was on the ground.
She didn't like my calling and started yelping. He gobbled to her but not so much me so I started mimicking her. This tore him up and he started moving toward our 12:00 and getting closer. Finally it sounded like he had to be right under her. That's when she flew down into our field and another hen did also.
In just a minute we could see his white head appear straight in front of us at about 80 yds. He strutted into view and gobbled in our face. The hens stayed out and just over the hill slightly right of us.
I just knew he was going to follow them but after some soft clucks he started walking toward us. I had Glenn slowly shoulder his old Winchester shotgun. At about 40 steps or so he stopped and raised his head and acted like he saw something he didn't like. I told Glenn to shoot him which he did.
The spurs are close to an inch and maybe a 9" beard.
We've dropped him off and I'm now with dad to see if the one he was on early will sound off.
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I picked my dad up at 3:15 for the drive over. Glenn was ready when we pulled in at 4:45. We dropped my dad off at one spot while we headed to another farm. We were greeted with four different gobblers in different directions. After trying to determine the easiest setup spot (he had forgotten his walking stick) we got situated.
The gobbler was behind the field we were sat up on at our 2:00 position. Soon we heard a hen at our 12:00 but closer. She was still roosted but I thought he was on the ground.
She didn't like my calling and started yelping. He gobbled to her but not so much me so I started mimicking her. This tore him up and he started moving toward our 12:00 and getting closer. Finally it sounded like he had to be right under her. That's when she flew down into our field and another hen did also.
In just a minute we could see his white head appear straight in front of us at about 80 yds. He strutted into view and gobbled in our face. The hens stayed out and just over the hill slightly right of us.
I just knew he was going to follow them but after some soft clucks he started walking toward us. I had Glenn slowly shoulder his old Winchester shotgun. At about 40 steps or so he stopped and raised his head and acted like he saw something he didn't like. I told Glenn to shoot him which he did.
The spurs are close to an inch and maybe a 9" beard.
We've dropped him off and I'm now with dad to see if the one he was on early will sound off.
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congrats! And I still wear woodland camo BDU pants myself
). 
