Left the house this morn at 6:03 AM, dropped my daughter off next door at grandma's to catch the schoolbus. drove up behind the house to the top of the field.
As I was putting on my lightweight camo coveralls, one lit up 300 yards away. got dressed, donned headnet and vest, walked 100 yards and climbed up on the bank, 2 minutes later I heard him fly down, I gave a series of 3-4 soft yelps, he gobbled 400 yards away, waited 5 min. gave another series, he gobbled at 250 yards, one more series and 2 clucks, put the call down and got ready, 5 minutes later I heard him walking down over the side of the ridge. I then switched the valmet 412 over on the shotgun side, 2 minutes later he walked into an opening at 30 yards where his motor functions abrubtly ended from a facefull of 6's

He was an 18# 2 yo with a 7" beard and 3/4" spurs, one of the fun ones! was back home around 6:30 and went to work
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