thanks guys....
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Hunted this area the last 2 weeks in SC.
Birds would fly down and go directly to the private club.
Turns out that they were baiting...grrrrrrr.
Anyway, I bumped my bird off the roost so I wasn't into it.
About 0830et or so I ate my bagel and told Jim that I was going to pack
up soon.
I then heard some far off yelping so I decided to play games.
I let loose and started cuttin', yelpin', purrin', cluckin', and just
tearin' it up.
The responses were getting closer and closer and before I knew it they
was crunchin' coming right at me.
I saw movement and went to turn but realized it was a gobbler so I
froze.
He came through the bushes and jumped up on a log and started to strut.
It was so beautiful!! He had 2 jakes with him and they kept watching me
so I was afraid to move.
At this point the gobbler knew something was up too so he jumped off the
log and started to head off.
Luckily he stopped behind a small tree long enough for me to turn and
shoot.
All I saw were birds flyin' so I wasn't sure if I got him or not but
then I saw floppin' on the ground.
I jumped up and stomped on his head cause this one wasn't getting away,
I had waited too long for this moment.
I then go so excited that I puked...lol...and thanked God over and over
a million times over.
He only had 1 spur, 7/8in and the other looked like it wanted to grow
but was more like raised skin, not even a bump.
He weighed 21lbs and had a 10.5in beard.
