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I had one tag left and an open weekend so all I wanted to do is get another Midwestern bird! Of course I had to agree with getting up at 4:30 in the morning, but it was all worth it. It was a crystal clear morning and getting daylight fast. After roosting two gobblers the night before my dad and I thought it would be a guarantee kill. Excited to look in the binoculars and see the birds, there is one problem, they are not there! My dad was unsure of why the birds were not there but for some reason they shifted limbs during the night.

At this point, there was nothing either of us could do so we went to scout out some more hot turkeys. We worked a few but they were not coming into the shooting range we were pleased with. A text comes in from my mom, Tracy, that breakfast was ready so we couldn’t get home fast enough. When we arrived at the house she mentioned that she kept hearing a turkey gobble close to the house. She was not even done talking and we were on our way to finding that turkey. Forget breakfast, we just wanted that bird!

Our luck had not faded away yet because the single bird by our house was answering every call. We immediately set up and were ready to try and kill this Missouri bird. At full strut he came in from 200 yards to about 20. The whole time he was headed straight for the Flambeau hen decoy gobbling to the calls. I made the shot at about 20 yards and can not thank my mom enough. It was a great way to end my turkey season! Like every other hunt, it will be one I will never forget.

Good luck to all,
Taylor