Hunted the family farm in WV all morning. Had 4 gobblers gobbling when I got to the farm at 6. Called back and forth with 1 for 2hrs, he never came in. Got bored at 9 and moved spots. Moved to a point on a spoil pile in a long ass field and started having my snack. Not 10 minutes I saw 4 turkey crossing the field 300 yards away. Called to em, gobbler called back, but he wasn't about to leave his ladies for my lame ass call. Finished my snack and back across the field they came. I jumped off the spoil pile I was sitting on, It runs the length of the field with a road on the back side. Ran down the road to cut em off. Pulled some indian shit on em and crawled up the pile and peeked over the top through the high grass. Thought I had my spot right, but they veered off at 100yrds. Laid face down in the grass for 15 minutes waiting for em to get closer, no go. They weren't going to get any closer. Old gobbler started strutting and sticking his head out real far, that was when my patience ran out. Shot once, all of em took off flying. He broke from the group a little and I gave him 2 more. Knocked him out of the sky at 95 yards (and there was no pellets in the breast!). I'm having turkey tonight! Fist pick shows where I shot from, he was out by the tree in the middle right of the picture. The song birds were out in full force this morning too, even if you don't get what you go out for its always great just to get out and hear the world come alive.
