Well the battle for this bird started on the 21st of March. I took time out to kill a bird on the 23rd, but this guy has been so henned up it isn't funny. I had him at 35 steps on the 28th of March, but there were 5 hens and a jake with him, and they were like Secret Service Agents on the President. I couldn't get a clear shot, and finally watched him march into the horizon. After many mornings ( I took almost 3 weeks of vacation for turkey season) I finally decided to give it a whirl this afternoon (April 5th)
I took my trusty sidekick along (my BEAUTIFUL FIANCE). We got setup at 4:50pm on a field edge. I told her not to expect much, and if anything did happen it would be QUIET, not like the mornings. Well hell, we weren't there 20minutes and I had cutt like hell with my mouth call, and gave it some more with a box. We were chit-chatting about getting a 22 rifle for her and I heard one cluck from the woods to my left (about 60 yards away). I told her to hang on, and I heard a few more clucks. I gave a few more calls, and then all was quiet for 10 minutes.
Now I am looking in the direction of the clucks, and suddenly over the ridge in the field, there he was. When they clear the ridge they are 50 yards out. He came in slowly, then starting to strut and drum. I didn't think I would ever get my gun in the right direction. Finally he turned his tail to me in full strut, up came the gun, then my ever observent fiance moved over towards me slightly so I could rest my shooting elbow on her shoulder (GOD I LOVE HER). After a minute or so he moved to within range, and down he went. After the shot a hen flew from the woods to were he was laying, clucked a few times and returned to the woods. I stepped it off at 39 paces.
Stats: 19 pounds, 10 inch beard and 1 1/2" spurs.