Show us your bird mounts....

[J. A. EARLY]

This young tom, Jack the Jake, sits right above my reloading bench in my garage. Every now and then when I am hand loading each turkey load and while I am looking away measuring the powder he poops into the hulls, giving me misfires when I try to kill his relatives. (He was a gift from kids throwing away their father's mounts.)

[Dean Romig]

Beautiful red-brown tails - magnificent!

That phase is incredibly rare where I hunt. I’ve only taken one with a red rail, a cock with big irridescant chestnut ruffs that I wanted to have mounted but something made off with it in the night. Very sad about that.





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