By 6:30 I had hens coming by me on the trail I had set up on. They were roosted in the pines up at the top of the ridge and coming down the draw to the small creek in the bottom. One of them actually had a beard that was a few inches long but I passed as I could hear the gobbler going nuts still up on top of the hill. I let out a few calls and he was coming fast. Soon he was on top of me but had worked around me. Before I new it he was right next to me so close I couldn’t even raise my gun. I let him walk past and get to about 15 yards before I let him have it. He was Missing feathers on his stomach from breeding and had a broken toe
