Well done Jake and Morgan!
Here's a classic example of how my turkey seasons go...
Tracie went back to work two weeks ago, so I've been with the girls early in the AM the last two weeks of season. Almost everyday since then, I have watched birds strut in my neighbor's yard. On Thursday last week, I watch one that only has 4 tail feather left in tact, a beard that drags the ground while in full strut, a big around as a 55 gallon drum and spurs I could see through the binos at 125 yards. Saturday morning I elected to hunt the farm rather than behind the house and we never heard a turkey sound. Yesterday I slept in after exhausting myself on Saturday. Around 2:30 yesterday I heard a single gobble and saw that same slunger bird with 2 other long beards out in their yard/field. I thought they were headed to our woods, so I suited up and head that way. Turns out they were heading away from us and had some hens with them. I decided to sit down and call a little anyways. No dice. Well 2 hours later I walk out the basement door and guess who is 20 yards from the tree I was sitting by looking around for the hen he heard earlier?!? lmao
I suck a turkey hunting, but I have fun. Much like I say about fish: I'm not a fisherman, I'm just a man that fishes. Turkey hunting is the same way. I'm not a turkey hunter, but I'm a guy that turkey hunts!