Okay, I guess I should have told the story earlier, but really didn't have time at that moment. So here goes, I had been hunting for most of the morning that day, with little to no luck. The only action had been a loud mouthed hen that got in a shouting match with me and ended up coming in to within a few feet before she had had enough and let. Fast forward several minutes, and I'm still sitting leaned back on that old water oak. I'm dozing in and out, just kinda resting and planning my next moves, when I hear the leave really close behind me and the tree crunch a little. I made one really soft yelp, and this obviously blind, deaf, and dumb gobbler comes quickly walking around the base of the tree. That's when I became the dumb one, because I reacted before I thought. I had one hand on the ground on his side, and just reached and grabbed his closest foot. That is when he went to whipping my butt with his other spur and wings. We wrestled for what seemed like 30 minutes, but was probably only 30 seconds before I got a hold to that other weapon of a leg. As if that wasn't funny enough looking, I drove from the place I was hunting, a little over an hour from the house, all the way home holding that bird. I challenge anyone to drive a 5 speed while holding a not so happy bird in your lap. Got him home and put him in a large pen I had and he lived there for several years. Never could kill him, ended up turning him loss. Before anyone bashes me, I know I wasn't suppose to keep him, but I did and have now learned from my awful ways.