Another beautiful cool and crisp morning. Found 2 birds gobbling on the roost early, They must have had hens because they flew down and shut up, an hour went by in silence. I eased out of there quietly and tried the other end of the property for a little while with no luck, on the way back to the truck I heard one of those 2 gobble on his own! I eased in, He was interested in everything I had to say! found a good spot ,did some soft calling as his gobbles got closer. A million Thoughts rushing through my head , ive seen this done a 100 times with my dad but i was alone today. (Last minute decision to go) I made a good move and sat behind a tree which saved me . Minutes went by and gobbles got closer . I shut up for a about 5 minutes , he free gobbles to my right , peeled my eyes to the right and I see a gobbler standing in strut 25 yards away . He stepped behind a tree and waited for what felt like eternity , woods dead quiet , I knew what my dad would do , ive seen him do it time and time again , so here we go... i reached down for my trumpet ,It was all I could do to make some decent sounding soft clucks with my hands trembling . he hammered at it and took a step into the open looking for me . Next thing i know the woods are quiet
and hes laying there. Oh my gah , wheres my phone. Couldn't call him fast enough . I DID IT . My father taught me everything i know , hes a turkey killing machine and im blessed to call him dad . Was a special moment sitting against the tree admiring this beautiful bird .
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