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Son's First Turkey!!!
Busy as this spring has been work wise, I was able to make enough time to get down to our hunting club and put my 9yo son on his first turkey. The hunt started out with warm biscuits, deer sausage and coffee (in my son's case, ice cold milk) at camp. We noticed daylight over the trees, so we briskly ran the truck to a likely spot to listen for gobblers on the roost. After parking the truck, I hit the owl hooter and the woods came alive with turkeys only 2 or 3 hundred meters away. In order to get setup before they flew down, we ran on foot along an old logging road that skirted the prime area. Shortly after picking out 2 decent cypress trees to lean against, 4 toms flew out of their roost heading directly toward my calls. After about 20 minutes of coaxing the bird below and 3 of his friends came into shooting range. I refused to take one of my own, I didn't want to miss all of my son's excitement. Conrad took him with a youth model Mossberg 500 shooting 3" mag 20ga #6's. The bird weighed 21.5lbs, has a huge beard... the bulk of it is 10", but there are several strands longer, spurs were about 1 1/8".
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If I see one more shirttail flapping while I'm captain of this ship - woe betide the sailor; woe betide the OOD; and woe betide the morale officer. I kid you not. - Capt Queeg, The Caine Mutiny.
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