This morning, Pickle made it 3 Youth Day gobblers in as many years.
Poor bird never stood a chance.................. He wasn't on the ground and alive long enough for his feet to get cold from the frost.
He gobbled some from the tree across the field from us. I tossed him a couple tree yelps and shut up. When he gobbled from the ground, I cut at him hard. He fired back and I cut him off. I told Pickle get the dot on and get ready. About 60 seconds later he came on the run straight to a jake decoy I staked out front. He slammed on the brakes and started posturing and strutting. When he stood still and ran his neck up.............. Pickle capped him at about 27-28 yards.
Game over. 6:15 AM
19-20 lbs, 1" sharp spurs, 10 1/2" beard
