thanks all...
the story: April 26, i got him. We set up on a logging road, and we heard 3 gobblers. One was very close, maybe 250 yards on the end of this point where we know they roost. I got the decoy out, set it up, and realized my spot was bad as I didn' t have much for shooting lanes. I got up on the other side of the road where i was up against a large white oak. I gave a few yelps on my box, and he responded. 10 mins later, my dad told me to get ready. I got my gun up, and i saw the tail fan about 150 yards down the road in some grass. He strutted, drummed, gobbled, shook his feathers, all that stuff, for about a half hour. He would not come closer than 60 yards. He took a few more steps, then some more and fanned out. I figured he was at about 45 yards away. I took up the trigger slack, but he suddenly fanned and turned around, givng me no shot. I waited till he came out of full strut, and squeezed off a round. I saw him fold, and saw the decoy spinning. My dad heard wing flaps and thought i missed. He was on the other side of the road and didnt know exactly where the turkey was. He thought there was another one behind us about a half hour before i shot. The gobbler weighed 24.5 lbs, had a 10.75 inch beard, and 1 inch very worn down spurs. It was the most exciting and nerve racking thing i have ever done. No comprable thrill.
BTW, my decoy, Miss Seduction, took 27 pellets in the line of duty. She' s recovering well though
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