I took another vacation day from work today to hunt the Winston County opener with my Dad…No gobbles on the limb, so we got settled in a good spot and I did some blind calling about every 20 minutes. At 7:30, I had a gobbler answer my calling about 400 yards away. Within 5 minutes, he was half as far and I could hear two birds at the same time there together. Sure enough, it was the survivors from Saturday's hunt when Emory killed his gobbler…I called to them one sequence when they were 200 yards away and across a hollow. They both gobbled and I put the call down. 3-4 minutes later, they both strutted into the foodplot we were set up on and began working our way from 125 yards out. Luckily, they had come into the field from downhill of us and they couldn’t see up the hill. It took them about 10 more minutes to close the gap and strut up the hill to find the hen that had been calling…That’s when the madness started!! We were trying to double and I wanted my Dad to shoot first to make sure he killed one…The lead strutter got to 35 yards and craned his head, but Dad’s gun wouldn’t shoot. Dad racked another shell into the automatic and the second shell wouldn’t shoot either. The gobblers were getting spooky at this point and I handed Dad my gun. He’s an old school iron sights type guy, so he’s never shot a red dot sight like mine. I was telling him how to center the dot in the aight window, etc. But, he still missed on the first and second shots with my gun. The third shot rolled the gobbler at 50 yards and the second turkey flew off.

Glad that Dad got him one!! What a debacle!!! Definitely a memory we won’t ever forget!!! 🤦🏼‍♂️🤪

Heck of a week for us!!! Thank you, Lord, thank you!!!