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My most memorable huntfor turkeys actually took place during blackpowder rifle season here in New York. the fall seaosn for turkeys is open at the same time. your allowed 2 birds, either sex and both on the same day. I was on stand with my encore th secnond day of season when i shot a doe to help manage the herd i we have on the farm we hunt. it was a nice deer, abotu 125 pounds. i dressed her and took her back to the barn to hang her for the day till i wasnt finished trying to fill my buck tag. i had my shotgun in the truck from the day before when we were getting rid of pigoens and crows by the barn. i spotted a flock of about 20-25 birds, so i went back to the farm house and borrowed a box call from the farmer as that was all he could find. i suited up and snuck down the hedgerows and got about 200 yards in front of the flock. as they got closer i noticed movement to my left in some tall grass and there was a 2 jakes and a small bearded tom of about 6-7". the were feeding my way so i readied with a few 2 3/4" heavy field #6 loads i had in my pocket. when the got about 50 yards from my on the edge of the field i heard"kabooom". two of the jakesfolded over and thesmall tom ran right for my. I folded him, but was more concerned that someone was poachingonthe farm since i was the only one i knew of to be on the farm.my grandfatherstood up and started to laugh. he had hunting deer and saw the same flock andgrabbed hisgun and snuck there before me. he said he saw me and just let me be. talk about a surprise! do you guys have any memorable turkey hunts? let all us hear about um

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Ive had many memorable turkey hunts. Ive had the peacock turkey hunt last year thats really remorable(if ya havent heard it just ask, I'll tell it again). But the most memorable is when I was hunting out in Missouri with my wife tagging along filming (no I didnt get the kill on film). It was a very rainy and windy day, temp was very cool.We set up in the blind before daylight. I thought the morning is shot due to the weather. But as I did some calling I thought I heard a gobble. I called again and thought I heard another gobble from 2 different directions. Like I said it was real windy. So thinking I was hearing things I see a few hens. I call nothing and do this for an hour. Then out of the corner of my eye I catch movement. Ok red head nice looking Tom sneaking in the grass about 50 yards away. I call he stops looks (my decoys standing straight up from the wind looking skyward.). The tom closes the distance walking right towards me. The wife trys to film I say dont move. I then tell her he's 20 yards away dont move. Hes closer now 15 yards I say good night stud. Bam he drops. Im up running towards him, she starts filming again. Then a bird takes off flying. I say no way he lived. He didnt he had another Tom with him, but it freaked me out. So we got footage of after the kill. That was my biggest bird a 25lb double beard 11in and 8in, and 1 1/4 in spurs... That was my most memorable hunt...

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heck this is gonna sound taboo, but it was my first bird. it wasn't huge, it didn't have a long beard or great spurs. but it was special to me. it was the first one i called in by myself, all on my own no help. i took everything my grandfather taught me and used it to th best of my ability. i know as i stood over my 19 1/2 lb jake my grandpa was smilin down on me. Now every time i harvest a bird i take a second to thank him.

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I too have had so many memorable hunts. My first bird it was a Rainy Day so I put a Bottom of a Orange Rain Suite under my Camo.
We are on this Gravel Rd. and and we stop and over look a Valley and my Cousin says Call and I did.....Nothing.....Again.....Nothing so I had seen this read it or something. To flip your lip while making a Sound with a mouth call to sound like a Gobbler. So I did and my cousin says what are you doing? I said I am gobbling. So I did it again...GOBBLE..GOBBLE!

So we walked off to a Spot above the Bird and Sit down and I was to do the calling. This time He answered Gobble! A few more calls and he Answers!
I hear these Course Caulks? With in 2 or 3 Steps Two Jakes, with their heads a Bobbing. I switched my Gun to my Left hand and pointed and Shot. Shot it right in the Side mad a hole like a 30-06...LoL

We had to go 30 Miles to check the Bird[:@]I had these Orange plastic pants on because I took off my Wet Camo. The Warden looked at the bird and Looked at Me.What did you kill this thing with....I said a 30-06 at 200 Yards, He looked at me and back at the Bird and Asked how did you see that Beard at 200 Yards I said with Bionocklars...LoL(sp) Then I told him the real Story!;)

I was so Happy and Cocky!

TF

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i love all miy hunts, but it would either be my first turkey (sorry the picture is signed by alex rutledge):D, or this past spring when i doubled with my dad

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My first bird that I called in, using a wingbone call that I made...Killed it in 1979 in Virginia with a .45 caliber flintlock rifle...

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My most memorable hunt was with my buddy MO_Bowhnter. We got a double on probably the best birds of our lives. We ventured out in the morning after it poured down rain all night. We didnt hear a single gobble until Matt went to take a crap and came back and started messing around with his mouth call. Soon as he hit it one gobbled at a 100 yards or so, but we could not see down that part of the field. Matt shot a jake the week before and i shot a 9-1/2" bearded tom so i figured I would let him take the first shot, but I got my gun ready incase he missed or something. We waited what seemed like forever and finally two gobblers made their way into view. Good thing i had my gun up. We waited til they got in range and i whispered to Matt if he was ready. he said yea, so I whispered one,two, three...Baaang Baang. We both shot and both out gobblers hit the ground. The funny part of the story is we sent my Dad and his buddy up this hill where we heard them the day before and they didnt hear anything. The came back to the car to see a note on the windshield saying we doubled. So now they dont listen to use on where to go.





My Bird had: His beard:
1.5" spurrs 1.5" spurrs
11.5" beard 11.5" beard
21lbs 20lbs
score-74 score-73

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Mine was my first was the morning i shot my first bird. The story goes like this IT was the first morning of the 2007 youth season andI shot the bird after my bro missed with his bow a i killed it from thrity yards with my shotgun.

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Most memorable was several years ago now. I was hunting unfamiliar big moutain and heard a bird just before daybreak. I made it to him but was too close and saw what looked like a field beyond the bird's roost. Then I heard what I thought was a human call in the field, so I thought this is it. The bird flew down right in front of me on what I thought was in the woods along the edge of the field and was soon accompanied by a hen. Three hours passed and all he did waswalk back and forth maybe a distance of 20 yds parallel with me and maybe 10 feet wide. He bred the hen and strutted and hung there a while longer. All the while I was against a tree and dying from aches and afraid to breathe because I knew he could see me. Finally, he dropped his wings and walked right at me, at about 20 yds I dropped the hammer and he flew away. I was numb but managed to get up and look the scene over. There was no field, only a cliff that in early light and trees looked like a field. I guess from slumping for 3+ hour I managed to only look at the front bead and was not down on the gun as I shot about 2-3 feet over him. Small trees bore the scars and that has been most mostmemorable hunt so far.

Jim

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Let me start by saying I am female and 5'2.

My most memorable hunt was also my first many years ago. I never expected to get a bird, I thought I would learn and maybe get one next year.
I had hunted for 3 weekends when a bearded henin came in, I kept looking at her was it a tom no but it has a beard!
Ok it's not a tom definitely not a tom so ok it's a bearded hen!
Cool they are legal in Colorado so I shot BOOM! went the Eastfield model 916 with 3 inch magnum shells. Wham on my back I went. I saw the hen fly over memake a left turn and fly right into a tree!
Crash! branches breaking, I ran to her and she was on the ground dead. She had pellets in her, but it wasn't me that killed her it was the TREE!
6 and 3/4 beard, not bad.
And thats why I shoot a Remington today LOL. (and lighter loads!):eek:

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i kinda have to hunts. my favorite hunt was my oldest daughters first turkey. had 3 jakes flydown and land about 10 steps. she punished the biggest one. my most memorable was my first trip to indiana. lots of reclaimed coal mines, lots of turkeys and no hunters. i killed my first yankee turkey and my cousion killed if first turkey period. mine came in a straight line run for as far as we could see. he probly gobbled 100 times. my cousins bird we heard from along way off and slip to within 100 yards. that bird gobbled close to 100 times before eating aload of hot #5's...........tony

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My very first turkey hunt is one I will never forget. It was in the Black Hills and got me addicted for life.

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Mine was also my first bird. I killed the bird and was bass fishing by 7:00. It was first turkey hunt. I heard everyone talking about turkey hunting but I was hooked on bass fishing. I would hear the birds gobble while I was fishing but I just thought it was cool and did not think much about it. One Sat. I told myelf that I would go turkey hunting for awhile and then go fishing. I got a box call and a mouth call and went off about 45 mintes b fore sun up. I made an owl call and I heard three birds gobble. I went into the woods and sat down. When it started to get light I hit the box call and it sounded lie helecopters landing around me. I had two of the three birds in sight. I did not have time to put the mouth call in and they were too close to use the box call. I made clucking sounds with just my mouth and one o them came in to about 30 yards. I shot and he was down and I was checkedin and fishing by 7:00. It has not that easy since but it has gotten me hooked on turkey hunting.

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;)My First Shot and My First Miss.

I hope you don't mind another Story. I was 22 or 23 I really don't remember. I got premission to go at a friends farm. I had never been their before so I park and get out and GOBBLE:)

I walk up the to the top of this field and sit down by a Tree. The field is maybe 5 Steps behind me. I call and got a Responce GOBBLE-GOBBLE so I call again GOBBLE I know now he was HOT!!!;)I hear a Flop-Folp-Flop So I call again...GOBBLE This time he is closer:DThe next thing I see is this Big Black Ball comming to me. He gets to about 45 Yards and starts looking for me. Some how I knew it was to far. So I called Again....GOBBLE.. He was Smoking! He comes about 10 more steps, His Head was RED as Fire, then it Turned BLUE, and then it Turned a WHITE like a Ghoost. He was in FULL STRUT and DRUMMING. All of a sudden from my Left I hear a Soft Call, like a Slate Call.[:@]The Tom come out of Full Strut and Looked that way and GOBBLED! I Didn't have the gun up so I jerked it Up and Shot. I watched that Big Bird Fly Down this BIG Hollow, what seemed like a Mile. I didn't see or hear him Crash.

It was another Hunter who had Roosted that Bird and was late that morrning, he said. Over the years we became friends and shared that hunt many times.

That's one Bird that still Haunts me to this very day! Probably a 2 year Old...LoL I thought he weighed 50 Lbs.[X(]:([&o]

TF

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My favorite hunt was when my good buddies step grand son took his first bird.We had 6 toms workin in a very low mountain thunderstorm gobblin furiously to the callin and thunder.One tom finally cleared the woodline into the small greenfield and covered 60+yds to the decoy like a sprinter.He stood there puttin on a show when i heard a whisper say"shoot'em when he comes outta stut" made a couple of puhts his head came up and down he went at 15 paces he had a full 9.5in beard 1 1/4" spurs and was 22.5lbs.

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it's a toss-up. either my first hunt with my father. he hounded me for years to go turkey hunting with him. finally i went he called in 4 toms about 10:00 a.m. the first morning. we tried to double up. i connected, he missed. or i could be last years hunt. i took my tribute for the first time and missed a jake the first morning. saturday morning i took my 870 cause my 11 year oldstep-son went with me we hunted for 13 hours before i finally connected. he absolutely loved it. i was impressed he sat with me for so long. the gameboy helped alot.;);)

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Nice Bird! Cool Picture!!!

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Two hunts really stand out...

1) One of the first outings with my oldest brother. A stray cat had adoped my mother (God bless her soul, she passed almost 10 years ago...). Low and behold, this cat decides to walk 1/2 mile into the woods with me and my brother, and then takes a nap on my knit hat inches from my leg!! At about 7 am, my brother and I called in tandem to draw in 5 jakes and a lone tom. The Tom sent the jakes to my deke for an inspection, and this cat sat not 10 yards from a 15 pound turkey. Her eyes were as big as saucers, but she listened to me and stayed right there the whole time. My brother and I could have doubled on the jakes, but wanted the tom, who never committed inside 40 yards. Needless to say, we were both completely amazed at that cat. From then on, her nickname was LadyBird. That cat lived with my mother until mom died, and then with one of my other brothers for another 6 years before she died of FIV...

2) May 20th, 2005. I took one of my largest turkeys to date, on my father's birthday. He passed in 1988, and we never were able to hunt together.This bird took 3 loads of #6 X-tended Range Winchesters at less than 30 yards before he expired. I swore my scope had been knocked, until I grabbed him. When I grabbed his neck, my hands couldn't touch!! He was truly a monster, which I was able to harvest on my father's birthday, and dedicate to Pops...

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A few years ago I a had broken my ankle and had to wear one of those moon boots. Well I wasn't about to let that stop me so I made a "brace" out of a piece of aluminum bent in a "U" shape. I would take the moon boot off, put on my rubber boot and tape the new brace in place. It worked great, I didn't get a bird till the last day I could hunt. I worked him for about an hour and a half and he hung up at 48 yards behing a tree. I waited for 15 minutes for him to step around the tree and nail him. Plus this was the first bird I had take when I was by myself. But all my hunts with my brothers and dad have been memorable.

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My most memorable hunt took place in TX hunting rios. We set up on a 30 acre wheat field surrounded by cottonwoods. After listening to 150 turkeys gobble,I honestly watched 400 turkeys fly into the field with over 100 being toms. Ihad called18 longbeards within shotgun range when I pulled the trigger on a bird at 20 steps. At the sound of the gun every turkey in the field gobbled. I layed down my shotgun, crossed my arms, smiled, and thanked God for creating such a beautiful sight and allowing me to be there to see it all.

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probley my favorite hunt was my brother-in-laws first turkey, we set up and i was there to do the calling(but i did have my gun) we set up just after daylight we set up on the edge of this feild that almost always holds a turkey or a dozen, well we set up with two deacs and me handleing the box call but nothings going on, well i end up falling into a light sleep that i come out of about every 5 minutes to look for birds, after a half hour nap(so 3 hours on this feild) i decide i want to stand for a while so i start to give up when i catch movement 200 yards across the feild, i stay on my knees and hit the call, all three gobble and start to strut, i hit the call in response to the birds and they all come at a full run and duck right under a fence, it took me two minutes to get these birds in range but i cant put a beard on ANY of them, i have my hand next to my leg so i can tap the call to keep these three in range and when i FINALLY see beard on ALL of them they see my hand move when i do a single yelp, they all turn and start to walk away when i whisper "shoot one!" before i got the word 'one' out of my mouth BANG and i see the biggest turkey drop dead, the other birds are runnin and im not shooting a gun im quite used to so i up and miss. the bird wasnt the biggest one out there but it weighed 22lbs and had a 4"beard that was blonde andfragile at the endwhich makes me think it should have had a much bigger beard, the bird also had 1 1/2" spurs so it wasnt a young one

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I have Killed alot of birds in my 30yrs of Turky hunting But I guess my most memberal would be a hunt that took place 5yrs ago I was working 2 birds comming in to the front of me . The tree I was set up aginst was loaded with some type of birds that was so noise that I could barly hear the Toms when they Gobbled, all of a sudden the birds in the trees left so I made a Call to see were the gobblers were all of a sudden I heard some thing running in behind me and then the dredded sound of CHut VERRRRR and wings dragging the leaves a tom had come running into me from staight behind me he was just on the back side of the tree I was set up aginst. there I sat Slate call and stiker in hand gun accross my lap and a Tomno more than 3ft behind me All at once I could here him comming around the tree and so I held my breath and closed my eyes as he came Strutting around the tree he strutted up right aginst my arm as he came around he spotted my hen jake decoys and as he started twords them he stepped up on my leg then hedded straight for the decoys in full strut directly away from me so when I thought he was 10 or 15 yds away i opened one eye slid my call into my lap picked up my gun as he was in full strut his fan had me coverd from his headas I shoulderd my gun at this time he was about 20yds from me and about 6 yds from the decoys all of a sudden he stoped and started stompping his foot at the decoys kinda looked like one of my Roosters, as i click the safty off my 11-87 he heard it dropped his tail raised that head and well you know what the end result was I went home with a 23LB 11" beard & 1.5" spurred limbhangger Most excitting hunt I've ever had AWSOME !:D

Indiana SmokePole
Ron

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That's a Good Story! I have never had one THAT close and I don't want to. I don't think the ticker could take it!

It would have been my luck, it would have been a Bear!

TF

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I tell you what alot of pepole will not belive this story but it is very true!
My heart was pounding so hard that I thought the old tom would hear it and be spooked away , when I herd something running in behind me I thought Please just let it be a deer , then Chut Verrrrr . WOW

Indiana SmokePole
Ron

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Thats the best turkey story ive every heard!!!

So cool how he got so close and you didnt spook him!! Now thats being STILL!!

Awsome story!!

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Wow.... thats all I can say.... wow. I had a deer jumped by some hounds come barreling through the trail I was posted on and pile over my camo lawn chair while I was up stretching and had taken three or four steps away... that was lucky timing.. and as the deer struggled to get up from its trip... I shot it...

I have been turkey hunting and had squirrels climb down trees and hit my shoulder (thats when I jump) and even had a song bird fly in to my ground blind... but I've never had a turkey THAT close.


I'd say that my most exciting hunt wasn't acctually a turkey hunt, but I will share my favorite turkey hunt:

The one that ranks at the top of the heap was my first bird. I know thats the case for just about everyone... but mine was different. I started turkey hunting when I was 8... and Dad would follow me, but I was the boss. I did all the calling, I said when we moved, where we went and everything. I allowed no collaboration, and I was a real stubborn little sh*t about it. Dad didn't care, he was happy to be out in the spring woods, and he always tagged out while I was laboring in school during the week. Saturday mornings were for me to fumble around the woods scaring things before baseball in the afternoons.

At age 11, I was cut loose on my own. We divided the property up, and had no-cross areas. My Dad was strict with me when it came to hunting and safety, and I had been proving I was mature enough to handle it since I was a young boy. I started hunting completely on my own when I hit 16 and started driving. At this point I had 8 springs under my belt, and still had yet to pull the trigger. But I was starting to mature, I was starting to realize mistakes I had made, remember certain situations and why I had failed, what had gone wrong...

All of this paid off on April 19, 2001, which ironically was also my 18th birthday. Dad and I were hunting together (thought apart from each other) a friend's farm in southern VA. I took the swamp side, and dad took the main fields, cutover side. I had two large fields to hunt, but I remembered from past years birds roosting along a creek that ran along a cutover and back behind a field. I owl hooted and got a bird to respond from the back end of a field corner, and I knew he was down on the creek and I could get to the corner of that field without being spotted. I practically ran back there. It was still very dark out.. just a bit of grey in the sky, I remember exactly where I was standing when that bird sounded off. I went to the corner of a field, and found a spot that looked like a turkey would enter the field in. There was some very very thick spots all behind me and in several other places along that field (which was well over 800 yards long and 300 yards wide just in that section). I figured that he'd almost have to come out right there. I put a hen decoy (that I got for my 14th birthday and still carry.. now with several pellet holes in it) out in front of me.

The day before, my Godfather had given me a birthday present, an HS Lil' Deuce II that he had Tom Stucky sign for me the previous summer. I still have that call, and its among my most prized possessions, just for the personal history with it. That was the first non-mouth call I had ever used, and I sounded pretty bad with it. But no matter, my godfather had killed dozens of turkeys and he said it was a sweet call, so to me at that point, there was no such thing as any other call except the Old Boss Hen in my mouth.

I set up on that turkey and waited. He continued to gobble on the roost, and at about 6:45 I made a tree call with my mouth call. He gobbled back. A few minutes later I let out another. He gobbled back. At about 7:00, I made a flydown cackle (I tended to over do it back then) and he gobbled some more. At 7:15 I made the first string of yelps on my new call, and he double gobbled back.. a minute or so later I yelped again and he gobbled again... I was smart enough at that point to lay off. The bird kept gobbling, but he was getting farther away it seemed.... not again!

7:42 I heard a shot from across the other cutover... no doubt.. here we go again. Dad had taken several birds while I bumbled around over the years... looks like this birthday would be more of the same.

At about 8:15 I made an agressive string of yelps and cut hard on my mouth call and seemingly the same bird gobbled from back behind me! There was hope! I cut hard twice more and yelped I could tell he had turned and was coming. I had the gun on my shoulder and I was shaking like I was freezing, although it was quite mild that day. What seemed like an hour, but was really just about ten minutes later the bird gobbled again much closer. I reached down and raked the leaves and purred on my new slate and he gobbled again. I put the call down and didn't make another sound. A minute or so later, I heard the bird walking behind me. There was a wall of thorns and blackberrys that I knew he wouldn't go through, which is why I set up where I did. He crossed behind me from my right to left... in the direction of the corner and toward where I thought he may enter. He gobbled twice more from what sounded like inside my game bag on my vest. Every hair on my body stood up on end.

The image will always be burned into my memory: He seemed bigger than a deer as he glided out of that opening, exactly where I wanted him, he instantly saw my decoy and went into strutt. It was actually the first time I ever heard a turkey spit/drum and from where I was the only thing I'd ever heard that was louder was the noise my heart beat was making in my ears. I snapped the safety off and made what must have sounded like a wet fart noise on the mouth call; an attempt at a putt to bring the bird out of strutt. It worked at anyrate and the old bird raised his head and put all his feathers down and posed like the bird on the bourbon bottle. It was a sight I'll never forget as long as I live.

The gun roared and 36 steps away in a pile of glorious feathers, 10 years of heartache and failure came to an end. I couldn't get to him fast enough. I didn't have my hand on the pump of my 870, and on the shot it flew back and hit me in the knee so hard it made my leg go numb, that coupled with sitting stock still for two hours had put both my legs to sleep and as I rose I tripped and fell on my face in the freshly plowed bean field. Stumbling like a drunk, I made the 36 steps and for the first time placed a foot on the head of the flapping, dieing turkey. I don't remember doing it, but Dad said that I let out a yell so loud that even his bird hunting blasted ear drums heard it over 700 yards distant across the cutover that divided us.

I noticed as I cut a tag out of my license to affix to the birds leg that I was crying. Not a cry like I had just won the super bowl, but more like a cry that I had just been given a very wonderful gift and was truly touched and overwhelmed emotionally. I'm not much of a crier. Honestly save almost losing Dad to a heart attack, having my swamp collie go UA on me for 72 hours and then getting him back through a stroke of luck, and watching him make his first retreive in a live duck hunting situation after training him myself, that was the only time I cried from my 18th birthday until now. I went to The Citadel the next fall, and even all the blood and sweat and friendships I made there never did evoke a tear from me... not even when I got my ring. I've got my eye on a young lass though, and I suspect when I hit a knee and we hit the alter I'll lose a little water too. But I digress.

That was the first twenty-pound victory walk I ever took. I have taken exactly thirty more in the 7 years since, and in 8 different states counting my own. Every turkey since has seemed heavier to me, but ironically, no turkey since has been as heavy. That bird, my very first one, weighted 23lbs 4oz wore a thick 10 1/2" beard and sported matching 1 5/8" spurs; a net NWTF score of 76 3/4. Had I entered that turkey, there is a very good chance he would have taken the state contest that year, or at least placed highly.

Dad was waiting at the truck for me when I walked up. He was shocked at how huge the bird was, he figured I'd probably popped a jake or something. I told him I was committed to longbeards, and one had finally slipped up. I asked Pop if it was he that had shot, and he confessed it was. So with a halfway snicker I questioned where his bird was. Its the only time I can remember that my Dad shooting a jake. While I personally don't see anything wrong with it, Dad and I just don't shoot jakes, nor do we shoot young bucks. Just the way he is and subsequently the way I am.

I had to ask why... especially at 7:42 in the morning? What he said is another one of those magic things I'll never forget. He told me that I'd been after these birds for so long, and I had finally in his eyes grown into a mature adult, that he knew I'd finally have the patience to sit still, not over call and wait a bird out. He went on to say that he'd prayed the night before for a turkey for me and knew that when we parted ways on that crisp April morning, 18 years almost to the minute (I was hatched at 5:40am) after he finally got what he wanted in life (a child) that God would grant him another wish. Seeing that jake, he knew it was an opportunity for us to take turkeys on the same morning, which was something he had been hoping for as long as I'd just been hoping to get one. It was at the time, and still is to this day the best gift I've ever been given, birthday, Christmas or whatever.

My best friend Kevin took this picture, (which is the only one I have on the internet, and it was scanned in several years ago... and is mirror backwards and kinda small). Barely in the side you can see a third turkey. Kevin, my best friend since 5th grade, shot that turkey this same morning in the opposite end of the state. His bird scored right at 73 1/4, and is still the biggest turkey he has ever killed. His bird had 1 1/2" spurs, weighed 21lbs 8oz and wore an 11" rope. Dads bird had a 5" beard, 1/2" nubs and weighed right at 14#! But he got his wish!

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Thats a good story! You need to publish it somewhere in a magizine

TF

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Thanks Fellers I have enjoyed reading all your posted Storys!!!!!:)

Best of Luck to Every one this SEASON AND BE SAFE :D

Indiana SP
Ron

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mine was when my 10 year old son killed his first one last year 1 1/2 and 1 5/8 inch spurs 11 1/2 inch beard and weighed 22 .6 pounds