It was my last youth day this year, but it wasn't very successful. But five days later my dad and I bagged a 18 pound bird with a seven and a halve inch beard. It was a very short hunt because I got it very close to when it flew down off the roost. As soon as it saw our Jake and hen decoys it got very mad at the Jake and came in spitting and all fanned out. It was about a foot from the decoys when I fired. I guess it is a true lesson on controlling your temper.
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