My First Wild Turkey

Well, after a lot of stress, hard work, and calling in the expert, I was able to bag my first wild turkey. My dad was going to be in SLC this week so I invited him to come up to Idaho to do some calling for me. We worked pretty hard all day but could only find hens (story of my whole hunt). We finally spotted some gobblers and decided to move in a little closer. It was nice to have dad there running the call so all I had to do was stay still. Dad was sitting a little higher and saw one bird sneak (no gobbling) through the grass that I couldn’t see. Then another bird came along and all you could see was the neck up due to the tall grass. I am not sure exactly how far away it was but at least an honest 45-50 yards and about 20 minutes after sunset. Dad whispered to me, “Are you sure it’s a gobbler?” And about as soon as he said “er,” “BANG, FLOP, FLOP, FLOP.” I could see the color in his head and was sure it was a male, but I had to play with dad a little bit. He said, “Are you sure it was a gobbler?” And I said, “You said it was a gobbler.” He thought that I may have just heard the part where he said it is a gobbler not the are you sure part. When I brought him back over it was no question it was a gobbler. He had nice (not huge) spurs, a nine inch beard, and weighed 19 pounds. Not the biggest turkey, but pretty nice for my first bird.