ive had a jake brush my pant leg...no BS. anyone that knows me knows i been tellin that story since it happened great hunt.

he circled a longbeard i had strutting and gobbling at 40yds in an open patch between the woods. i was enjoyin the day watchin the show waitin on the shot...no sense in killing him before the show was over...i see a bird RUNNING up and around that big bird and down through the brush. i was confused lol. here he comes RUNNING at me. stops directly infront of me at 1-2yds. staring in my eyes no joke. he knew EXZACTLY where that hen call came from. i already had the big bird in gun range..i kept calling to keep the show exciting..that jake walked around back and forth looking dead in my eyes and brushed my leg. he was there a good 2 minutes. i knew i couldnt blink. tears rolled down my face...i couldnt hold it i HAD to blink. PUTT PUTT PUTT he walked about 2yds away. the big bird vanished like he was a dream...actually came into about 20 when he seen that jake...but i couldnt move...they then went to the next field and ate breakfast together [&:]guess the longbeard didnt wanna kick his butt after the jake saved his life.......i could honestly grabbed him with my hand..we was mere inches from my 21 inch barrel...