I've killed a few turkeys since moving to Nebraska, but always fall hens or jakes. Today I was looking out the window of my shop and saw a lone bird at about 250 yards. I could see a beard from the window so I knew it had to be a good one. I grabbed the shotgun and started scootin' down the treeline in the opposite field to see if I could sneak up on him. I got all the way to my blind between two fields without seeing hide nor feather. Then I noticed he was right on the other side of my blind in the field at about 60 yards. I purred a few times to see if he would come closer but he never would. Finally, I stood up behind my blind, I never bothered to try to get into it, and waited until I could make sure it was a good tom. As soon as I knew for sure I sent a three inch number 5 towards his head. He dropped like a rock. Totals on him were 22lbs, beard one 9.375", beard two 2.50", spurs were .550" and .685". He isn't the biggest one I have on my farm, but he's the biggest one I've killed. He'll feed me and the girls at least four times! And that old 870 I got for my birthday 27 years ago still has what it takes!