Turkey with Dad

 Had a great hunt this morning with dad.  This bird started gobbling really early this morning.  As soon as he flew down he pretty much shut up but we did manage to get a few more gobbles out of him – just enough to pinpoint him.  He was pretty deep in some brush and so the sneak began.  We were slipping up on where we believed him to be when we happened to look up and there was a hen still roosted at 7:15am!  She was about 70yrds away and so we were pretty much pinned down.  I began to purr and cluck on my slate and this tom about blew us off the side of the ridge.  He was about 60yrds to our right on the next ridge over.  We could hear him struttin & drummin and he became very vocal – it was awesome!  After about 30 min of this the hen finally flew down behind us.  She ended up circling us and started heading towards the tom who was still gobbling every time my striker hit the call and drummin like crazy.  I heard the tom quit drummin so I figured it was showtime.  I wasn’t dissappointed, he came down the ridge and met the hen about 35 yrds away.  Dad let him have it, hit him hard but for some reason he had to finish him with a second shot as he tried to slip away.  I was a absolutely great hunt.  There’s nothing quite like being next to a tom spittin & drummin!