Moosie, You know I wounldn't tawk about you...
Here is the short and sweet version of the story....
I got up on the mountain top about 30 minutes before daylight and sat there waiting for that early mourning music. I was sitting on the side of an old road and the moon was bright. Looked down the road and made out two objects walking. It was two other hunters so I grabbed my junk and headed out of there. Got to my next spot and stopped to listening for a bird and heard a danged o'l 4-wheeler coming through the field I was in. It was well after daylight by this time and I hadn't heard a thing. Made my way over to the other side of the mountain and hit my calls. GOBBBBBBLLLEEEE!!! Yee Hawwww... Hit the deck, pitched out the deek, and got set up. Sat there for 2 hours listening to him gobble in the same spot just calling every once in a while. Finally, I got pissed off and started hammering the calls. The next thing I knew he gobbled right on top of me. Well, the rest is history...
He had all he could take and wanted some...
He weighed 22 lbs., 10" beard, and 1 1/8" spurs. The spurs really aint all that big, they had just enough hook that I could hang him...
My second bird had a little more action too it but I aint got time to tell it right now. He weighed 19 lbs, 11" Beard, and 1" spurs.
