MO season has been a weird one... wet cold and not nearly as many turkeys as in years past, but I got lucky on Saturday.
This ole 2 year old came in quiet (I'm assuming he had his butt whipped too many times and wasn't about to gobble) and walked by me at 5 yards. If he hadn't snapped a twig, I would have never known he was there. I was lucky that my decoy out in the field was a live hen! He was fixed on her when he stepped out. I let the 12 gauge eat at 10 yards...
Used an Ed Jenkins turpin in walnut/bloodwood.
Now it's time to focus on getting my good friend a bird. Called him in a few yesterday, but he just couldn't get a shot
