Last year on Saturday, March 28, my Dad died of a heart attack. I hunted every opportunity I had last season with his gun and couldnt call one in to kill with it. I have been very fortunate this year and have called in 3 turkeys to be killed and was attempting a 4th this morning to be killed by a buddy. Things didn't work out and he had to be back to his truck at 830. After I dropped him off I decided I would. Heck a little place by the house. I park and walk up a long hill to get to the Ridge I was going to call from. About 3/4 way there it dawned on me that Dad died on a Saturday. So I'm walking up a road we have walked, I'm toting his gun, going to use a call a buddy made for me after he died on a hill where he had his last picture taken with a turkey. I'm sure yall are seeing where this is headed
how cliche would it be to kill a turkey on a mid morning hunt today?? So I get to my trusty root ball I always sit at and get my call out. I sand it up and my striker and just sit there for a couple of minutes just letting everything settle down. I cluck 2 or 3 times and then let out a raspy 3 note yelp. He hammers 100 yards up the ridge...... NO /@^@&'^$^@&$^$^ WAY THAT JUST HAPPENED!!!! I dropped the call and got my gun ready. 2 min later I see his fan and that glowing white head coming straight to me. I say a little prayer and touch the trigger. Hussein Bolt could have kept up with me going to that turkey!!!! He was only a 2 year old but is my most special turkey to date. Here are my best attempts to capture everything about the hunt in pictures.
Miss ya pops
And just to make sure I knew he was with me, Cole swindells song " You should be here" was just starting when I cranked his truck to head home.....
^^^^Cole swindell sent me this ^^^^
Click on it, it's a video
