March 15th, 2006 cold and cloudy day, but its opening day of the Mississippi turkey season. It all started at day break with the woods coming alive with—-gobble, gobble—–that is the sound of music to any avid turkey hunter. I set up this morning on a old road that ran thru two valleys. I had three turkeys gobbling at the first yep of the season. This season was a little bit different, I had my old faithful OUTBACK in hand. I was attempting to take a trophy tom with a bow. After about 15 minutes of calling to the turkeys I heard them fly down. It did not take long to notice the sound of a druming gobbler coming up the the road. I first noticed the old tom about sixty yards away. I make three soft yeps on my preston pittman mouth call and here he came. I drew my bow on the turkey about 25 yards away and he never paid me any attention. The long beard bird continued on his date with destiny. At about 17 yards away I took a steady aim on the long beard tom and touched the release, everything got quiet, THUMP!!!! I noticed my carbon express with the hyper shock broad head disappear into dark black feathers. The old tom took three steps and stopped. Did I miss or just hit feathers! Then the old tom just laid over, and people say a bow and arrow is not a lethal combination, get real. I got proof 25lbs, 11 inch beard, 1 1/2 inch spurs on each leg, its a trophy. Thanks Mathews great, smooth, quick, to say the least about my OUTBACK.