Conner got his tom at Marsh Lake Wetland Conservation Area. This has been my "go to" spot for years, as most folks won't get deep in the swamp because of the degree of diffulculty. Not Conner! Once he found out how good those muck boots worked, there wasn't anywhere he wasn't willing to go for a turkey. We packed a blind in through the muck, mire, water and cabbage for about a mile, set our deeks and waited for the gobble fest. I did the calling, explaining everything to Conner, and the gobbles cracking the morning air, were everything I could have hoped for, for my son's first turkey hunt. Conner saw him first, grabbing my arm, while whispering,"Dad! Dad! There's a turkey over here!"
It doesn't get any better than that folks, and that's a father son memory, I'll cherish forever. The tom came from 100 yrds. to 27 yrds. and thats were Conner baptized that bird with buckshot. He flopped into a creek, but we flopped in after him,so, thanks IN.
I got my tom at Pigeon River Wildlife Area a couple weeks later. No gobbles there though. Had to stalk him down, and to tell you the truth I really prefer to spot, and stalk, and call.
Now lets here about your adventures in the land of the HOOSIER HUNTER!
GOOD LUCK, GOD BLESS, AND STAY SAFE
L.K.LESLIE

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