After finally getting permission from my wife's grandfather to hunt his farm in perry co. (2,300 acres), I took my second bird off the farm this morning.
My good friend, Brandon, whom I've hunted with for years, got to go with me to exercise his calling expertise. We heard a bird from our first set up at approximately 5:30 am. After his first gobble, Brandon gave a few soft tree yelps. And he gobbled, and gobbled, and then gobbled some more! Our "hen" flew down about 5:45 and he gobbled some more. Everything Brandon threw at him tore him up. After about a hundred or so gobbles, he finally flew down. The bird was working from our right to left on a ridge directly in front of us, covering ground quickly. Brandon cut at him and he started coming straight in, but we still couldn't see him. We finally caught movement about seventy yards out and he was coming straight to me. He stopped behind a tree at about forty yards. I asked Brandon if he was ready, don't remember if he said anything, the bird walked out from behind the tree and he came home with me!!!
He had a 10 inch beard, 1 inch spurs, and weighed 23 lb.
Many thanks to Brandon. I couldn't have done it without him.

