Beep! Beep! Beep! That oh so familiar sound of the alarm clock on a Saturday morning. The sun wasn’t up yet, but it was time to head out..

We’re here, now out of the truck and quietly load a few shells. We didn’t but hop the fence and gobblers started shouting out. Curt, Shaun, and I couldn’t have asked for a quieter morning. Once again, we were out looking for my first turkey. We’ve stepped foot in this place many seasons before, but none of us have taken down a bird on this soil. I was set up, ready for the big moment. Shaun and Curt were having a conversation with three gobblers only a few dozen yards away. It was a waiting game. That moment never came. Those gobblers we were chatting with hen’d up elsewhere.

It was mid-morning now. We heard the sound of faint gobbles and so we decided to head toward them. Every so often we stopped and put out a locator call. “Did you hear that? This way!” We moved closer; never knowing how far away the bird was. Suddenly, a loud GOBBLE! We were right on top of them. The three of us sank to the ground. Okay, this was it. I sat next to the closest tree. Curt moved up to place a decoy and Shaun sat about 8 yard to my right. The decoy was up, but Curt wasn’t moving away from it. Two turkeys were coming up the hill we were on. They stood almost in Curt’s lap; he could not move. I had to wait for a clear shot. The smaller of the two moved left behind me. I wanted the big one anyway. Wait.. Wait.. Wait… The larger one began to move the same way. Now! I leaned off the tree swinging simultaneously to the left and thinking to myself “bead on the sweet spot and… BOOM” I see the wad fly out and the turkey drop. I didn’t but gather my thoughts and a second gun rang out. Shaun was in perfect position to drop the first turkey. It was a success! Both gobblers! This was a great day for Team SnK. Our first turkeys on this land, my first turkey ever, and it was a double. This is a day to remember.