This past weekend was the first weekend of turkey season and Paul, James, Michael, Terry Cutrair and his son-in-law Brantley plus myself were all at camp to get after the turkeys. ( I go once a year whether I want to or not)
A lot of fun was spent around the camp fire and a great meal supplied be Terry's wife Pam on Saturday night really made the weekend but Friday was hard as we were up and about hunting with no results. Brantley was hunting with Paul so the odds on him getting a turkey were pretty slim as Paul is a shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy.
Saturday morning Brantley went with Paul again up behind the Indian Mound area and at daylight a big turkey gobbled right in front of them. They set their decoy, jumped in some brush and almost immediately the big gobbler came running. Now Brantley is a nice guy, even though he is an insurance salesman. He also has never shot a turkey and was stunned as the turkey started strutting only 15 yards away. For some reason we will never know, Paul could not get a shot and whispered "Shoot, Shoot, Shoot!" Brantley obliged and the big gobbler went up in a puff of feathers.
The turkey weighed 17 1/2 lbs, with a 10-inch beard.
A very well deserved congratulations to Brantley!