My morning was dead as a hammer until 10:15 when he gobbled. I knew I couldn't kill him where I was so I moved about 50 yards to take the pond out of play. Once I got situated I made a call and he cut me off and he was closer. I saw him pop out into a bottom 150 yards away and on the move. Next thing I know he was coming from my left at 27 yards. The rest is history.
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