I knew this bird was in the general area. Problem was he never roosted in the same spot successively. One morning he would be in a tall pine, the next in a large oak well over a half mile away. I recognized him by a curve in his beard.
Friday morning was the last day of our season here in Pa and I had four possible locations to hunt try and hunt this bird. I picked the right one. I heard him gobble at first light in a tree I've seen him roost in before. I hightailed it to the spot he flew down to the last time he was roosted there (he beat me before). I made one soft tree yelp and shut up. He pitched down and landed some 25yds from me. He was on the ground approximately six seconds before I sent him to turkey heaven.
18 lbs
8" beard
1" spurs
