Borrowed an HE to have a "Bo Whoop" experience. Sitting in the breaking dawn and listening to the turkey talk with the 9 lb. HE across my legs is a cherished memory. Once the toms hit the ground, I hit the Ashby box call and they came running. Three toms bottomed out in the ravine giving me coverage to settle into the heft of the big Fox. The Super X #4's roared in the morning stillness. Flapping wings of the dying bird competed with echoing report and my Mr. Buck experience was over. At 30 paces the nice tom slammed into the wall of 1 1/4oz of 4's as his outstretched head appeared coming out of the valley, seeking the likes of a perky lady. Proud to carry the heavy bird, balanced with the heavy Fox in the other and headed off the ridge. Randy
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