My dad, son, and myself were all tickled this morning. My 14yo son and me setup in a blind this morning, my dad went down to the bottom of the ridge. We had one start gobbling maybe 50 yards in front of us. Each time he would gobble I would call back 1 time. He flew down after about 15 minutes, and started to go behind us, I called and he turned and hung up for a few, I called again and it was on. I told my son when he got behind a tree to get his gun ready and when he came from behind the tree to let him have it. He did, but shot a little high and old tom took flight. He flew about 400 yds past where my dad was set up and crashed like an airplane. My dad called and said did he get him I said no he flew off. He responded with yes he did. One inch spurs 11 inch beard.
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