my grandaddy and i snuck up on the back side of a cow pasture that we have permission to hunt. there were 11 birds in all in the pasture including 2 or 3 jakes and one HUGE tom with a paintbrush beard. that bird's head was as red as a coke can! we just waited in the edge of the woods til they started coming our way. the hens & jakes got to within 75 yards or closer and the big tom was probably 85 yards easing their way to us when another guy that has permission to hunt the pasture was coming in from the other side and spooked them. well putt putt fly!!!!! and there went the elusive old tom. then as we were easing out thru the woods the big rascal flew out of a big pine about 20 yards from us.....and he was GONE! it was crazy!!!
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