'bout 1 pm I shot the biggest gobbler of my life. Heard them ruckus over something ( most likely the 'yotes I'd heard caterwauling at first light), waited patiently an hour, called with diaphragm call that mimic the soft 'belling' a band of gobblers does among themselves almost constantly, and about an hour later nine long beards came strolling, cautiously, ,belling'. Made no bones about it, took the lead bird when he made it to 20 steps away. The rest ran, save the last bird in the line, which ran up, jumped on the fallen, and gobbled loud enough to hurt my ears. He was significantly larger than the one I shot.
Lord willing, I'll see him next spring :)
I've put off dressing the bird until this morning. I do want to know what he weighs. All I know at this point is; after the two miles to the truck...I couldn't wait to get home and eat some Advil and get some heat on that shoulder;) Still hoping I can coax it to function afore the season goes out :)
Thanks to ALL Family and Friends for supporting and encouraging me to 'just disappear' if the 1st falls on a 'huntin' day :) !!
