Old Schooler gets his biggest Tom

Well there we were just us and the big Tom, we knew one of us were not going to make it home for dinner that night LOL. Brian and I heard 4 different gobblers at first light, we set up and had at least 2 of them coming in to us. They henned up on us though and then starting working away. We moved down to the edge of our field, in Helmsburg Indiana. We sat there until about 11 and decided to go get some lunch. We stood up and stretched, Brian started hitting about 7 different locater calls, and then pulled out a wing bone call, and about split my ear drums with it LOL. Man that thing was LOUD. I turned around and saw a big bird about 300 yards away across the field. We dropped back down and started calling, it took us about an hour and a half to get the bird over to us. We kept looking at him through binoculars and could see a beard but something didnt look right, it was just weird looking. He dropped over a roll in the field and disappeared. About 10 or 15 minutes went by and nothing. Brian told me to stand up slowly behind the tree and look over the roll for the bird. I slowly started sliding up behind the tree and Brian said "Dont move". At the same time he said that I heard "PUCK PUCK PUCK" and the bird went running off. He was only 40 yds from us and was still heading our way, but he caught my movement and was gone. He had 4 beards that fanned out across his chest, but did not stick out, they just stayed against his chest. We went and had lunch, came back about 2 and got set back up in the same spot. We starting calling about 2:15 and then just waited. At 2:30 we heard a bird pucking at the corner of the field, he did that for about 20 seconds and then appeared in the field. I was sitting a little higher up than Brian and could see the big Tom. I told Brian "there he is, man he is a biggin". Brian said "I cant see him, where is he at". I said "he is right there in the corner, about 10 feet from the edge". The Tom then turned around and started heading back in the woods. I told Brian "he is heading back for the woods, peel his head". Brian said "I still cant see him he is over the roll". I said "its now or never he is going to be gone in a second, I will purr and stop him then you blast him". Brian raised up off the ground to where he could see the bird now walking away from us. I purred with my diaphragm Primo A frame, and the bird stopped and turned around and looked, Brian pulled the bang switch and the Tom hit the ground instantly. We walked off the yardage, twice, it was a 65 yard shot!!! Brian made a perfect shot, way to go Brian!!!! The Tom is Brians biggest kill yet, he weighs 22lbs, has a 12" beard, and 27mm spurs. It was a great all around hunt, ending with a great kill. Brian looked at me and said "thats how we roll it the Old School way", talking about the club that we are both in. Brian asked me to type this story in for him, because he is having computer problems right now. WAY TO GO BRIAN!!!!!!