It was a classic turkey standoff. Dad and I had struck gobblers late in the morning – a pair of toms that climbed all over my calls. Our original setup was, I felt, a long shot. More than 300 yards of real estate separated us from the gobbling pair and, while we plunked our butts down immediately, I knew we were asking them to come a long way to investigate the hen they’d heard.
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