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April 12: Kyle Lamore

Opening day of my Illinois turkey season was here and I was pumped. My buddy Chris and myself had gone out a few weeks prior to set up several blinds on his farm and made the decision we were going to sit tight and let the birds come to us. Growing up I was always a run and gun turkey hunter and honestly still prefer it, but putting a camera into the equation and one's hand become somewhat tied. The night before, JJ texted me and wasnt going be able to make it on Saturday, but for good reason. They are heading to the hospital on Monday for their second child. Chris was gracious to fill in and after getting settled in to a blind that had blown across the food plot my confidence began to pick up once we heard birds gobbling in many directions. However, after a few hours the group of 9 birds we had seen after flydown didnt seem to be anywhere in sight and my restlessness was starting to set in. The cold weather and late snow seemed to keep these birds really flocked up in large groups much later into the spring.

Suddenly, on the other end of the food plot five hens came running up the logging road followed by a longbeard. This time he was in front of the 3 jakes and was in "dinosaur trot" to our decoy setup to beat them for his "prize". He closed the distance in a matter of minutes and I managed to put down my biggest bird to date.

This bird had a 10 3/4" Beard and 1 7/16" Spurs!