I ain't telling where, but in South Alabama.
I am in a club with a large lease and only 6 members. It joins every members private land. Anyway, I was on the lease and I hear this gobbler hammering up on my place. Normally turkeys never roost on mine, just go there in the middle of the day to strut. I drove around and walked up to the edge of my fields - 15 acres - and now I hadn't been over there since it had warmed up --- the red and white clover was bright and about shin high maybe a little higher. The field he was roosted by has 5 huge mushrooming red oaks spread out through it and I set up behind two where I could see between them. The gobbler flew down at the edge of the field opposite me 5 acres away at 5:50. He strutted and gobbled across that field until 11:00. By that time 10 hens had joined him and another gobbler is coming in from the left. Finally at 12:45, the gobbler that flew down at daylight got to what I thought was 35 yards and shook the ground double gobbling. I putted at him and he stretched his head out and I rolled him. Stood up and lasered him 47 yards. That was the first gobbler I ever killed after being on him so long and the first I had killed on that property.
The red and white clover mixed with that gobbler strutting and gobbling for 7 hours is unmatched in my book. I was numb from the waist down and so hungry I thought I was gonna die, but the 11 inch beard and 1 3/8 inch spurs were worth it! That turkey will probably always be my favorite and helped me pick out where to build my house. That was the first time I realized truly how beautiful my place is!
Daman
