Ok my grandma owns about 200 acres in south missouri in a small town called Bakersfield....she has a place on top of a big ridge everyone call's they turkey 40....the past 3 years their hasnt been a bird killed out of their that had a beard under 12 inch and the smallest weight was 22 punds I think and I have no clue about spur's....
BUT...the past 2 year's both my uncles have been chasing a bird they call....Click...they call him click because two years straight this bird has escaped death!the first year he was seen he had a 11 inch beard my youngest uncle had him at 30 yards so he did a putt and when he pulled the trigger he heard...Click...he had forgot to pump the shell into the gun so when Click heard the Click he ran off!Than last year my dads twin was chasing him he saw him go into some brush so he said as soon as he throws up his head he is dead so a big red/blue head pop's up and he lets his 10 gauge pop him.....he slipped the head right off but...the breast below was supported a 12 inch beard clicks beard had grown over the year to where it drug the ground he was disgusted/excited at the same time!
Maybe this year I'll get to hunt up their and take click imagine me coming back to grandmas and tell both my uncles click is dead I'd love to see what they said
any of ya''ll have a story like this i'd like to hear it
Kinda funny story...
