well i already posted this pic and the story but why not re-tell it.
I' m in college up in the adirondacks at the word of life bible institute, and my home is down near poughkeepsie bout an hour and a half north of the city. well the saturday the 6th i was able to go home so i could be with my family that sunday the 7th. i was debating whether or not to go out that sunday morning because i did not have all my gear including my decoys and my turkey gun..(all up at school). but being the hardcore(and sometimes stupid) turkey hunter that i am, i woke up sunday morning and decided to go out. i could only hunt untill 7:30 because of church that morning so i got up at quarter to 5 and got into the woods right at 5. a little late. i set up on the ridege behind my house, where the turkeys usually roost in the spring. i hit my crow call and got nothing, i didnt hear a single turkey all morning, i was very dissapointed. around 6:30 i walked up the hill to the top of the ridge and sat down facing down the hill with a small field behind me. I clucked a few times and made some yelps, every few minutes and raked the leaves, after a half hour of this i got discouraged and thought to myself ...what is the point, i havent scouted, i have no decoys, i have an old single shot 20 guage, and i havnt heard a single gobble all morning! this is stupid!..but i put my gun down and my calls, i regathered myself and looked around me, the morning was beautiful, a deer walked into the feild as a squirrel played near me, the trees were greening up and the dew on the ground was glistening. it was gorgeous. I sat their in amazement and thanked God for letting me be able to appreciate his beauty. i thanked him for my family and friends, i thanked him for his gift of salvation. and when i was done i had a completely different attitude. i told God right then, that if he wasnt gonna give me a turkey that would be fine. i had already been blessed.....and thats when i heard it..rustling in the leaves behind a fallen log to my left..only about 20 yards away. i listened a little bit longer and clucked on my diagphram, he thundered a gobble back! i slowly picked up my gun as he goblled again behind the fallen tree. he circled around behind me into the field gobbling every other second. Then he popped into full strut right behind me..the tree was very large so i slowly twisted around using the tree i was sitting against as a shield, i brought my gun around the tree and shot him with my old single shot at about 10 yards away!...God is soo Good!..he ended up weighing in at 22 pounds, with a beard just under 10 inches, and 1 inch spurs. My personal best
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