So my Minnesota hunt turned out to be more of a fishing trip. After putting on a few miles on Friday morning in the mud I managed to close the gap on an active gobbler at about 10am. I snuck in dangerously close and gave him a few of the softest yelps I could to get his attention, he gobbled back from just in front of me below the lip of the hill and I could hear him spitting and drumming. After a couple minutes and a few more soft yelps he gobbled closer and I knew he was coming. Two nice gobblers appeared through the brush, and I quickly estimated that the trailing tom was slightly bigger bodied. The only clear shot was roughly 30 yards, and when the bird I wanted walked through I let him have it. The shot picked him up off his feet and knocked him on his back and he didn't even kick. The first tom just stood there trying to figure out what happened, walked back to his buddy and stared at him for a couple minutes before finally deciding something wasn't quite right... If I had two tags it would have been an easy double.
When I got back to the car I saw my dad had arrived and I must have just missed him. An hour or so later I heard a single shot in the distance, and he texted a bit later to say he shot one. Turns out he caught a flock along a logging road and they were too slow to spook so he was able to shoot a nice tom that had no clue what was going on.
My bird weighed 22lb even, spurs were 1 1/8 and 1 inch. Dad's bird weighed 22.75lb and had 5/8" spurs.
Fishing was excellent with the high water on the Mississippi. One of the spillways we fish was way too fast and we did not want to put in the kayaks to fish it, so we fished from the only spot we could stand without getting swept over. There were tons of drum and gar chasing a huge school of minnows up to our feet. We also caught a bunch of nice sized white bass, a turtle, and a couple carp out of that spot. We also fished below one of the dams where the locals were catching perch, but we only managed a few from our kayaks, but at least we got the boats wet in some calmer water. The last spot was a culvert that we saw some kids fishing the day before, and I picked up a 4-5lb northern, and Dad caught a 17.5lb carp. A lady fishing next to us pulled in a 22lb carp while I watched, and they had a big buffalo on the stringer. She had a bunch more hookups as well, big carp that would have spooled my light rod with 4lb line...