3/15/08 dawned cool and clear. Dad and I were set up about 1 1/2 hrs before daybreak in my secret spot on a heavily hunted central Florida WMA. Early mornin' came and went with no action but I knew things can get good after 9:30am or so when the gobblers get lonely and look for new hens. So it was, just after 10:00am, a single gobble erupted from the swamp. I yelped back and saw what had to be a different bird threadin' his way to us already. Some clucks and purrs got him to sound off. Yes. Looks like it may work out. I tell Dad to get ready. Suddenly one red head turns into two. Thoughts of a double start to enter my mind. I coax the birds right into the dekes at a mere 18 yards. 1...2...3...BOOM,BOOM. Both are down doin' the snood slapped shuffle.
My Osceola went 17 1/2lbs, 9" beard, 1 1/8"and 1 3/16" spurs. Dads was 15lbs, 8"beard and 1" spurs. Cool thing was, this was the third morning ever we had hunted this spot and the 5th and 6th Osceola to be bagged there.
Not a bad spot to average 2 Osceolas per sittin'.