Hey Steve, Iv'e had several quick morning hunts at the crack of dawn, or flydown. My most memorable hunt was my sons first hunt at age thirteen. We climbed a large ridge at the back end of a crop field to enter a ridgetop that I knew turkeys liked to roost at. We set up against a big oak tree just after I owl hooted and got an immediate gobble about 75 yards away. I made two flydowns with my hat and mouth call,and I saw him flydown about 50 yards in front of us. A couple of calls on my slate and there he was at 30 yards. I asked my son if he could see him, and he said yes, I told him shoot,shoot. He says he can't theres a tree in the way! I grabbed the barrel of his gun, lifted it over a sapling and aimed it towards the tom and asked again, can you see him? He says oh yeah. Shoot em! We left the woods before the sun came over the ridge behind us. He was a nice 2 year old tom 22 lbs, with a 10 inch beard. I then tried to explain to him how lucky we were and that he now had no idea what turkey hunting was really like! In the next few years he found out. Joe
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