Sorry fellas, not an upgrade but a heart pounding, one of the shortest hunts I've ever had. Got in the woods right at 6am, making my way up a logging road and once I got to the top I sat down on the edge to listen. I would say it was about 6:10 when one gobbled to my left not 100 yards from me so I sneak into the trees about 50-60 yards and drop next to a white oak. I debated making one more move but decided to stay put, glad I did as one gobbled and he was closer, like 60 yards away. I had just pulled out my slate and a striker and got my gun on my knee when turkeys start pitching down along the logging road. Had I stayed on it or made a closer move I would have boogered the hunt. After I watch 4 turkeys pitch down I do a fly down and throw out some soft yelps on my slate and they hammer on the ground, I scratch in the leaves some and call again and they hammer again and I hear them walking my way. Gun up, safety off and I'm scanning. I finally see a strutter in front of me at 35 yards or so and then another gobbler. I wait for them to move behind some trees so I can adjust my gun and as they come out the other side it's 4 gobblers. I pick what I think is the strutter and drop him at 30-35 yards. Turkeys go flying everywhere then when I'm running to him. He felt light when I picked him up, weighed him at home and he was a whopping 16.2 lbs. and had very little breast sponge. 3/4" spurs and a 9.75" beard. Not a bad 2 year old who's been sewing his oats. I was in the woods for 24 minutes and back home before 7am. One tag left and I'm off all next week so fingers crossed I can up our score a little.
The picture my wife got with the caption "That was quick"
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