This was the third day of Glenn's
Alabama turkey hunt. He drove all
the way from Philadelphia and we had
yet to get him within a hundred yards.
The morning set up was terrible. We
had one solo bird drift by us at 150
yards and didn't hear one gobble.
Around 8:30 am we decided to try another
area that I had seen a lot of turkeys
in during deer season.
We walked a long ridge and set up
just above a large flood plain at
the end of the ridge. Glenn was about
10 yards ahead of me and slightly
to my left looking toward the creek.
I hit my custom glass call a few times
but nothing. After several more calls
and twenty minutes I heard leaves
rustling just over the edge of the
ridge. Before I knew it a nice tom
dragging two hens behind him was 20
yards in front of Glenn. I made a
couple of soft calls and the bird
drifted to Glenn's right, just right
for a lefty. I saw the barrel of Glenn's
gun take aim and he finished the job
he drove so far to do.
Glenn was off like a shot to recover
the bird. The fat beard I had seen
was actually two, the smallest was
9 1/8 and the largest 9 3/4. Not a
bad bird for Glenn's first turkey