Ok I've got him all scored and cut up now. What a way to bust out of a slump! This was definitely top 2, possibly THE most exciting hunt I've ever been on. A buddy of mine who I haven't known too long recently invited me to hunt some property that he said was loaded with big turkeys. We were able to get together today and try it out, and man was he right. We got on 3 hot birds gobbling their giblets off at about 5:45, roosted in some big oaks on an SMZ between two cutovers. After hootin at em and trying to figure out which one was the most willing, we eased from the road down into the woods along the creek. After calling to em for about 5 minutes we flapped some wings with a fly down and got set up. They kept hammering hard after they flew down and at least one of them sounded 100% committed to come on in, and sounded really close....but he didn’t come on in right then. We had 2 birds gobbling back and forth at each other until they finally got together at the edge of the cutover and had moved away about 150 yds from us. Every time we would cut and yelp they both would sound off hard. After about 3 or 4 more minutes of the birds going away from us and gobbling farther off, we pushed on down the SMZ staying as low as we could. By the time we moved in about 50 yards from where they first got together, we heard them gobble about 100 yards apart. One of the birds had moved on a good ways down the cutover and into some pines, but the other one was at the end of a wooded point that jutted into the cutover. We kept checkin him about every 3 minutes and he kept on hammering back. By the time we got about 80 yards from the end of the point where he last gobbled, we eased on up to where we could see into the cutover and checked him again and he had moved across the cutover toward the pines where the other bird went. My buddy got out his gobbler fan and put it up in front of us and we crawled a little bit further up until we saw the bird strutting with a hen about 100 yds out. We showed the fan and let it shine in the sun, and as soon as he saw it he turned away from the hen and just about ran to us. He stopped a few times to strut and look, and every time we would call to him he'd stick that ol knobby head out and let it rip. After about 10 minutes of him skirting the woods at about 70 yards out, he finally decided to come on in to the fan and check it out. When he got to 20 yds it was all over. Put him down with the 870 and a 3" Nitro 4-5-7 blend through a pure gold choke. Most fun I've had in the woods in a lonnnnnng time!

Enough of the story, here's his measurements and pictures.

Weight = 18lbs exactly
Beard = 10.75"
Both Spurs = 1.25"