I got to the woods and set up at dawn. I had a open field to my left and a wooded creek bottom in front of me. Here I placed one hen decoy. For some reason, about 8:00, I looked to my left, and out of the corner of my eye there stood the gobbler. I froze. I waited for about 5 minutes, looked again, and he was, of course, gone. Oh well. I decided to give it another hour. About 8:45. I heard a bird behind me. He came in to my left making a beeline for the decoy. I raised the Trojan 12, shot, he took to the air. I gave him the left barrel. He folded in mid air and landed in the creek. 14 lb. jake.
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