I followed one around a mates place and put 8 rounds of 22 in him. Always had to do a dogleg after each shot to get to where there should have been a dead turkey only to find a few feathers and see him on the other side of yet another obstacle. All shots were never more than 70 metres. List him when he went into some pines on the boundary. Was standing there thinking WTF when about a dozen peacocks de-treed and flew off. Luckily I'd knocked over his two hens before all this so had a nice turkey breast stir-fry to show for it
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