It was calling for downpours all day Saturday. I was surprised when I woke up that the rain had come and gone so, it was time to head to the turkey woods. Everything was going according to plan until I realized that I had forgotten my mouth calls in the garage. Might as well hunt… We walked up a ridge where I could glass the openings in search of a flock of turkeys. I figured I would check a local hang out and sure enough they were there. We snuck in close and set up. I had Bryce rest against a small fir tree with her gun resting securely on a limb as we stood there waiting for them to feed into shooting range. It took about 10 minutes and then 4 small toms appeared 10 yards in front of us. Bryce waited for them to separate and nailed the tallest one with a load of #4’s from my 12 gauge.

I told her to stay still, and the birds settled down after a few minutes and we snuck around the hill and cut off the feeding birds once again. I caught a glimpse of a red head off to my right and finished the day with another young tom. No rain, no pressure, nice birds.