DaveHawk
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Yesterday hunted all day, not one gobble so this morning at 3 am im woken in pain and take pain killers and back to sleep. I get a call from up stairs @ 5 lets go. @ 530 my buddy is just about the door and I follow. There was no way I could handle the riggers of the day again. So I drive upto the barn grab the gun and headed to the pop up blind with a comfie seat. Walking up the hill I hear a deep gobble , he's right over the pop up and it's day light. I settle in under a cedar and start talking. Soon I have 5 Toms all competing. The 1st guy comes to check me out but diverts to the field at 50 yds.. I continue to talk with 4 stutters. Then a lone hen starts talking to me. She walks in from the field and heads to meet up with the 4 boys. Then the 1st Tom comes in the woods 5 minutes later at 30 yds . I yelped, he gobbled, he died. @ 7:15 I was done.
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