And its a 24 lb 3 oz, 1 3/8 spurs and 10" beard gobbler.
He sent 2 toms gliding off the ridge above and over me. I listened carefully, heard a cluck and big wing beats heading the other way. Climbed up on ridge to find Vic running around checking out all the scent trails. Setup against an inviting oak with Vic on my left, aggressively clucked and purred ending with a boink (similar to the sound a steel barrel makes during temperature change, why it calls in toms I have no idea) a booming gobble answered closing in fast. Vic went into his lying point, the tom went into strut at 20 yards. In spite of me whispering stay, hold Vic could not stand it and started for the tom. The tom dropped strut and hit full I'm out of here stride; the bead crossed the tip of his beak reducing him to a pile of quivering feathers. Whew, I would have hated to miss Vic's first turkey.

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