Double Bearded Rio

**huntinguide** · 04-19-2009, 01:47 PM

I had gotten off work at 5 and had 3 hours before dark. What better way to spend it than chasing birds. The georgia bays had left the weekend before so i was blood thirsty after watchin the lead fly or heavy 13 (dave). I knew there where some gobblers in the area thanks to poncho leavin me one. I had driven around and nothin, so i drove up to a place we call flat rock. Its just a mile long creek bottom that has produced in the past but no sign this year. I pull to the gate and see this ol' boy blowed up in a powerline clear cut. the only way i could get to him was pull a half mile sneak down and around. After about 30 min i am at the edge of the powerlines with no turkey. I sit for a minute then i hear some hens feeding to my left up the hill. then there he was not far behind at 65 yards out. He could have cared less for my calling same with the hens, but they where feeding closer. As they feed straight in front they where 48 and now getting farther so the benelli barked and he rolled. I could not be more happy with him. If he had better spurs and a little more weight he would be my best. 10.5 and 9 beards, 18.5 lbs and .75 spurs