Nice crisp morning listening to the gobbles in the valley had me turned up but the mobs of guys ended that real quick. Fled that and headed into the mountains with my brother. We started by working our way between two ridges in a crick bottom while calling and listening. Let out a nice loud cadence....thunder chickens sounding off on the ridge behind us. Got to the base and threw on the the face mask and gloves. Called out for location and they hammered. Practically sprinting up the side hill bout 75 yards and gave a yelp...hammered and a little too close for my likings. Sitting at separate trees, the only goal was to at least get one. Gave a little back call and nothing they were on their way. Seemed like only a minute later, hearing the leaves rustling, spitting and drumming getting closer and closer. Three toms 35 yards all strutted up showed themselves. Wanting them to get closer so there was a better chance of both of us getting one I held the shot. One shot its head up and it was go time... bangbang and two birds went flying... We shot the same bird. Wasn't ideal but it was a good hunt with the brother.
10 inch beard 3/4 inch spurs
Had to of been 20 lbs