April 06, 2011 at 9:59am
i had hunted a bird until noon in a swamp but could not get him across a beaver slough and had hoped to go back this am to try him again. there was a hunter parked where i was going , so i went to plan 'b' across the road where i had hunted before.before getting where i was to listen, a gobbler sounded off. since,he was roosted on a small creek,i got above him on the ridge and backed against a large oak.he kept gobbling and i decided to use a copper/glass combo i had not used this year.a soft yelp or two and more gobbles.he knew where i was. i put the call away and slapped my leg and did a fly down cackle then scratched the leaves a few times. he flew down,gobbled once 40 yards away and my gun was on my knee looking at his head. he walked towards me, gobbled and died at 35 yards. it was 6.27am cst. this is what i call a classic flash hunt.he had a 11.375' beard and 1' spurs and weighted about 16#.