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Well, I had all but given up on getting to harvest a bird in my home state of PA this year. Work and family commitments had kept me out of the woods all season. It had been cold and raining all week. I ended up with a break in the weather and my schedule so Gregg and I decided to hit the woods for a couple of hours. We were supposed to meet good friend Abby Abbondanza from the Poverty Neck Hillbillies and hunt his place. A text a 3:00 AM told me he was sick and out for the day. We made a quick change of plans and headed to one of our other farms.

Thick, green and wet best describes the PA woods right now. Gregg and I decided to stop on a logging road between two fields and just listen for a bird, then move. Over the years birds have roosted in the slip of timber we were standing in, but we never were able to kill one there. Just as it was getting light a bird railed from only 80 yds away. We had walked right under him. Another younger bird started to gobble as well and we scrambled to get set up. I was able to get a decoy on the road and we waited for them to make their move. They gobbled like crazy on the limb. Gregg took out his wing and did a fly down and the game was on! A few minutes later they both pitched out of the trees right onto the road we set up on. As usual, the bigger bird was strutting behind the Jake, but they were headed our way. They came around the corner and got a little nervous with the decoy. As soon as they started to move up the hill, Gregg gave me the signal and I hammered him! First bird down in PA! Now it’s time for some of those big Alberta bruins!