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Going into this weekend I was not sure it was my year to kill a bird, we had started in Kansas a month ago where the birds somehow knew to stay just out of bow range, was unable to drag a tag for IL in the first lottery (don't ask me how an IL resident, first lottery cannot get drawn for a first permit yet the same state gives deer permits out like candy!!). Luckily Bric "shoot them in the face" Steward offered an invite to hunt with him. We had a great time but fought henned up birds and weather and still was unable to pull the trigger.

Well the "unofficial" last day of turkey season was here and I was yet to kill a bird. For us, the first day and the last day of turkey season is usually only a day apart because we are unable to get out during the week because of work which leaves Saturday and Sunday so you better make it count! Saturday proved very windy with limited gobbling but Sunday was a bluebird peach of a day and birds seemed to be everywhere. By 5:30, birds were pitching down into the field right in front of us and jakes, hens, and two strutters were on their way. For whatever reason, the jake started getting spooky and was taking the two toms back with him into the brush. Luckily I found his head in the scope just in time to get off a shot as JJ was fighting through all the vegetation with the camera. A great longbeard was on the ground and we were going make breakfast by 7!