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This was my first ever turkey hunt and my first blackpowder harvest.What a "BLAST". Well anyhow it was the third day of the hunt and we set up on a meadow that we had seen a Tom strutting his stuff in the morning before. Just at first light we could hear the Tom gobbling at fly down time. Another Tom was sounding off further up the ridge. We sat quiet and let them do their own thing. It sounded like the two Toms were going to once again use the meadow that we were set up on. The gobbling continued for about ten minutes and things went quiet. I figured they had moved off but no they were locked in battle and were pushing and shoving their way right towards me. As the two Toms moved closer I got ready for my shot. I will tell you that the limit in this section of eastern washington is two bearded turkies. I was ready to pull off the unthinkable.I steadied my T/C NewEnglander and squeezed the shot off. BOOM-Smoke and loud flapping and both birds fell over dead. I could not believe that I had just killed two birds with one stone so to speak. My hunting partner ran up and he was floored. He told me thought we would get one but two wow no way! It was a fine morning made even finer by taking two fine birds with good friends and a good gun.