Your Best Bird

[Singlebarrel]

Let's see some pics!

2010 Kansas Rio

1 1/2" + 1 9/16" spurs

[savduck]

From GA........20lbs, 11.5 inch  beard, one 1 3/4 spur.







From SC........22.5 lbs, 11 inch beard, 1.25 and 1.33 inch pink spurs. Mine is bird on the left. Called in the bird on the right 10 minutes later. 19.5 lbs

[Crutch]

1 inch spurs.  Going to beat that this year.

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[knightrider]

26.5 lbs
11.25 beard
1.5 spur and 15/8 spur
killed in sevierville tn in 09

[Crutch]

Thats a hoss Knightrider!  Well done.

[knightrider]

Thats a hoss Knightrider!  Well done.

thanks, i should have had him mounted but i couldnt resist pulling out the breast for supper

[Crutch]

LOL, I know what you mean, yellow acorns deep fried some nuggets last week and they were killer. Will do all of mine that way from now on and will look forward to it.

[knightrider]

yes sir the only way to go, deepfried

[knightrider]

surely we have some more big birds between us post em up

[mmusso]

This one was from 2007. The first bird I called up by myself. He was 20+ lbs, 12 inch beard and 1.25 inch spurs.

[knightrider]

This one was from 2007. The first bird I called up by myself. He was 20+ lbs, 12 inch beard and 1.25 inch spurs.

[Crutch]

This one was from 2007. The first bird I called up by myself. He was 20+ lbs, 12 inch beard and 1.25 inch spurs.

Oh yeah, I bet that gave you Tom Fever.

[savduck]

That bird has a gourgeous fan on him.

[mmusso]

This one was from 2007. The first bird I called up by myself. He was 20+ lbs, 12 inch beard and 1.25 inch spurs.

Oh yeah, I bet that gave you Tom Fever.

It was pretty bad. It was my first year hunting, and I hunted hard for the first 2 weeks of the season. I was gettig my teeth kicked in daily, so I had a couple of guys in the club take me out to call for me the last week of March. Of course, they were able to call up my bird, I shot (twice) and he died, so I figured I had learned. Then I went back out alone and got my teeth kicked in some more. Finally on April 13 (I think), I went out again with no expectations, pulled out the boxcall, yelped three notes (I now know that whatever sound I made was not a yelp) into a hardwood holler from the ridge above just after daylight. THis bird hammered back, and I walked about 20yds closer. I yelped again three notes, and he cut me off again, and I wasn't too sure about him, so I eased another 20 or 30 yds and checked him again. I got out three more yelps before he cut me off, and I realized he was a lot closer. I sat down just over the ridge from him and he topped the hill just as I got settled. I drew a bead on him and shot. He flopped, I ran up and claimed my prize and returned to camp. Everyone else was still out so I hung him by his hooks in a tree in front of the camphouse for all to see when they drove by. After that day, I was hooked. And now, I wish I would've gotten him mounted in full strut..