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Well, it was the last day of turkey camp and everyone else had bagged a bird. All of our guests had departed and Coon Dog was packing up to leave. I think the turkeys were ready to call it quits as well. The season had been pretty tough and the birds didn’t want to work very well.

After a couple weeks of filming...Terry told me I could get behind the gun and go try to find a turkey, so I paired up with good ‘ol Chris Comstock. Chris had a spot in mind that he had not hunted yet this year, so we slipped in at first light and set up our decoys. We had a bird gobbling about 80 yards from us but wouldn’t come in, so we waited patiently hoping he would break and come to us, or another longbeard would arrive in the field and see our decoys. The field we were set up in was a huge bottom field and it was only a matter of time before turkeys would appear. Sure enough, a gobbler popped out about 400 yards away, spotted the King Strut and Feather Flex hens and slowly made his way into gun range.

23 pounds, 11 inch beard, and 1 ½ spurs—Great way to end the season!