My oldest son, Devon, took these pictures and I did not get to see them till I had already cleaned the bird. I shot this small Tom before the sun went down. He would not come to our calls, because he had 3 hens with him. A friend of mine and I crawled through a lot of brush and on our hands and knees to get to him. It finally ended at a field's edge with my only cover being 2 small cedars. When he came to about 40 yards, he was starting to get nervous, so I let 'er rip. He started to run and I knocked him down with another shot. 8 in. beard and about 5/8 spurs. Not my biggest bird, but it was my first in about 4 yrs.
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