Morning before work. If they were all this easy I’d quit hunting turkeys.
Dad and I got to our listening spot around 6 am. Hadn’t been there 5 minutes and heard our first gobble 400 yards away. Moved 200 yards and got set up. Ended up being 4 gobblers roosted together. Assume it was last year’s crop of jakes we dubbed the “goon squad”, as they were running most other gobblers off. One of them, the last to gobble, ended up being roosted about 100 yards from us. Listened to he and another gobble back and forth until 635 or so before the closest pitched down. A few soft clucks and yelps from Dad positioned behind me and 3 of the gobblers came walking down the road. The lead bird stopped at about 25 yards looking for his hen. I wanted to shoot the strutting turkey in the back but he and the third bird were so close together I knew I would’ve killed two in one shot. Took my shot on the front bird and connected. Two year old. Still a lot of fun.
