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After two days of heavy rain, we rose early to an overcast day. We were not able to roost any birds due to the weather, so we headed in to our first location blind. An hour goes by without even a hint of a gobble. Just after we picked up to re-locate, we heard a distant gobble. We reset in a cut cornfield in that direction, put King Strut in position and started calling. He responded and about 15 minutes later sound like he was getting closer. He appeared in the field and headed in our direction, then he locked onto King Strut and headed right for him. As he got about 40 yards out, he caught a glimpse of the camera man(That’s my version and I’m sticking to it ☺). He turned and started away – he’s at 45 yards and it’s now or never. I take the shot and the flapping heard was not that of a bird on the ground, but of one flying away. Then, of course, there is some snickering behind me, I hate it when that happens.

Not to loose the day, we’re off runnin’ and gunnin’. As luck would have it, the sun started to peek out and the gobbles began. After a few sets with no good luck, we spotted a strutter in a field. We quickly got into position out in front of him and set up King Strut. A couple yelps later and through the hedge row he comes with his girlfriend. A minute later, he is joined by another Tom. Then two jakes appear from the opposite direction. Now as the boys begin to push each other around, the hen quietly works her way in right between us and King. One of the Toms takes notice and gets his priorities in order and heads our way…the other’s join him. He proceeds over to show King Strut who’s the man and gives him a boot, then Darrell Sr. gives me the nod to take him.

The prize – a 19lb Tom with 9” beard and 1 inch spurs.