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Originally Posted by Gonzo

Skewered a nice Gobbler this morning with my bow. Interesting story, (somewhat).

I was a few hundred yards away from my dad, we were both in ground blinds.
He started walking over to me and told me 3 big Toms showed up and he got one. The other two were just hanging around him. I hopped out of my blind, went up the hill and put some trees between me and the two remaining toms.

I then combat-crawled on my stomache for 40 yards, taking it very slow.
When I finally got them in range, my dad started using his call, (softly) and got them both to perk up and strut. I drew my bow, released, missed...

I misjudged the distance and shot just over him. They ran a little ways and I hit my calls. I was amazed that they both responded and came walking back.
I adjusted my position so that I had a decoy between us and waited.

Sure enough, they came back in range and started messing with their fallen comrade. My Tom was actually pecking at the eye of the dead one.
Weird shit.

I drew again, released and hit him right thru the heart at about 35 yards.
He's already in the freezer.

Average beard, about 6-7 inches but any bird you get with a bow is a trophy to me. Tough work.

Very cool. Shooting one with a bow is quite a feat. I've never had a second chance at one though. That's awesome.