I was hunting the 4th spot for the day without hearing a single bird. I was walking a old 4wheeler trail back to the truck talking on the phone to a buddy that was also hunting when I heard some hen yelps. I told him to let me call him back and set down beside a old blue chair in the woods and started calling back at the hens. Within 5 mins I had 8 hens 5-10 yards in front of me. All of a sudden I heard a gobble and he popped up over the hill about 15 yards in front of me, I shot him and the rest is history.
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