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 ever.

Congratulations!