Mason and I had a great hunt this morning. We set up pre-dawn, waited a few minutes and a resident owl started making a racket. That spurred a roosted gobbler to light up. He gobbled on the roost for half hour or more, finally flying down with two other birds that never gobbled. He went to the bottom of a ravine, we called him back up the ridge. He strutted and gobbled for us for 30-45 minutes at 50 yards or so. Mason started getting uncomfortable and cold and wanted to try a shot. I told him no, and figured I had better get to work calling him the rest of the way in. I'd purr a bit and he would move just a few yards closer. This only went on a few times but I thought I could speed the thing up with a little more aggressive calling. Sure enough he folded up and walked right in. Mason got his gun up as the bird went behind a tree. When he popped out he knew something wasn't right and turned to leave while putting. I made a couple sharp cuts, the bird stretched his head up for a look and Mason splattered him! It was awesome, and again the boy amazed me with how he handles those pressured situations. He waited until the bird stopped and stretched the neck up before pulling the trigger! Mason's bird was 21lbs, 10" beard, spurs a shade over an inch.
Our friends that joined us yesterday morning got lucky today too! I sent them a text with Mason's pic, and they replied an hour later with Ike's.
We spent the rest of the day picking mushrooms and crappie fishing. Days like today don't come around often enough!