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After that very special hunt with my good friend Mark McCaulley and his two daughters, Molly and Sadie, and my own daughter Katherine, it was time to go after my own turkey. My plan was to go to the same blind and try and take a gobbler with my PSE. The first gobbles of the morning were from a few toms roosted about sixty yards away. A few hens pitched out into a big open field, thought things might be pretty though. We did some heavy hen yelping and were pleasantly surprised to hear birds landing only twenty yards from our blind. They started gobbling big time. I was so excited that I couldn’t hook up my release. I thought the toms would walk right by before I could get my release on. I finally got it on about the time they got to the decoys, to our surprise they just kept going out to the hens out in the field. I yelped with my voice quick to try and stop them, it kind of worked, but I missed the shot pretty bad.

A few moments later, a Jake and a tom showed up. This time the shot was good. The tom flopped a few times then ran out into the big open field and expired one hundred yards away. The Rage Brodhead really did its job. Can’t think of a better way to spend a morning in the spring.