Spent the weekend with my wife's mother and grandmother.
Doing the usual fixing and cleaning stuff. Figured I'd sneak out this morning after coffee and waste my time in the woods being it was Turkey season and all.
No sooner than I had gotten about 500 yards from the house one gobbles about 200 yards away. I set up right there and respond.
He returns the answer and constantly calls back. Within 30 minutes he was dead on top of me.
I dust him with a single shot 10 gauge at about 20 yards and am back at the house by 9am.
While weighing him and measuring him my wife's 104 year Grandmother asked what I was doing. Having poor eyesight she couldn't really tell.
My wife explained to her "he just shot a Turkey and he's a big one".
Nannie said "I'd love to have a large feather from him, that's the first one killed off the property in the 40 years we've had it".
After finishing weighting and measuring the 21lb bird with 1 5/16 spurs and 11" beard my wife tells me what Nannie said.
I find the primary tail feather and have my wife give it to her.
Before this picture was taken, she had done took it and placed it on her nightstand.
Even though it was my largest bird to date it has no comparison to this memory.
