It started early, opening day in the rain. I hunted w/a good friend, Otis. Two toms came across the field first thing in the morning.
Don't dead turkeys take great pictures when they are wet.
Otis's turkey had two beards while mine never had one. What are the chances of two toms coming in like that again.
Turkeys are not the only thing I hunt this time of year.
Now for the best. My 15 year old nephew got his first turkey. He missed last year. When this jake came in his gun was shaking so bad I was fearing for the worst. He came through this time.
This is the water we had to cross to get to the gobbling jake.
This one of the best moments since hunting the birds.
I told him this is what turkey hunters love. Bird over the shoulder, blood on the rear of your pants ;D ;D.