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Post by Hunter on Nov 22, 2007 10:43:03 GMT -5
Saturday was the last day of fall turkey season here in Penna. I got up to the ridge I know they like to roost on before light. When i got to the spot I stopped and planned my next move, just then a turk clucked in the tree above me. I managed to get right under them on roost. I just sat under them till light. I listened to the hen's tree talk to each other and really enjoyed it. When it was light enough to see them in the trees I realized I was surrounded...lol. I heard the raspy clucks of tom and then the gobble of another. I looked up saw him siloueted on the branch beard hanging and all. I managed to get between the roosted hens with their poults and two gobblers. When they decided to fly down this big boy flew down twenty yards away. He hit the ground, puffed, then streched his neck...GAME OVER 23 lbs. 11 inch beard 1 1/8 inch spurs.
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