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This is the first time I have hunted on this farm since my Uncle Nick passed away a couple of years ago in a tractor accident. This farm has always been good to me, and it’s where I harvested my first deer and turkey. But after the accident it just didn’t feel right to go back, even though I know Uncle Nick would have wanted me to.

My Aunt Tobi called me and asked me to do her a favor, which happened to be near the farm, so I decided to give it a try for turkeys. She said that nobody had hunted up there yet this year so I was hoping to have first crack at the birds. I hadn’t been there in a while, and didn’t even know if there was any birds on the farm, so it was a total crapshoot as far as hunting goes…

At first light, cameraman Justin Lane and I found ourselves standing right next to the tree where I shot my first bird back when I was 16 years old. After hitting the owl call, the hillside erupted in gobbles and I knew we were in the game. We quickly got set up, and after about 40 minutes of working a bird off the roost, he came in---gobbling, spitting, drumming, and strutting! He was with a jake and a small group of hens. We had the Flambeau Jester and a Feather Flex hen set up in the field, and the jake walked right up to it with the hens and boss tom right behind. The big ol’ gobbler never broke out of strut, and at ten yards I blasted him with a load of Winchester Xtended Range No. 6’s!

There is no doubt in my mind that Uncle Nick was watching over us on this one, because the hunt couldn’t have happened any more perfect. Prior to this hunt, I was having a tough time getting on birds, and wasn’t sure if I was going to have another opportunity for the season.

20 pounds, 10 ½ inch beard, and 1 3/8 inch spurs…..Thanks Uncle Nick!

Safe Hunting!

---Aaron