Dead at 630. Ain’t nothing like killing a bird on your birthday.

Had one sneak in hard to my right at about 0600. Got impatient and tried to swing on him and missed. He flew about 150 down the mountain and started clucking. Got him fired up gobbling again. I got up and ran about 25 down the old logging road and put out a hen. Right at 630, two birds came down the old logging road that I just missed the bird on. I was still sitting on the same tree. Not sure if the one I killed was the one I missed or not, but he got a ride to the house regardless. They were plain stupid this morning.