Dorothy and I worked this jake for almost an hour until he finally commited to coming in to my calls. He gobbling incessantly and I clucking, putting and yelping only occasionally to keep his interest. He finally spied my two decoys and more deliberately made his way to them.
I dropped him with 1 oz. of #6 shot but he didn’t think he was dead and tried to make an escape on his side with legs and wings flailing. The finishing shot wasn’t pretty because he wouldn’t stay still… until after I finished him off.
Dorothy wanted to carry him back to camp… but I had to carry both guns and both decoys.
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