Brady has been tagging along with me on turkey hunts since he was big enough to go. We've had several that got close but he's never been able to close the deal. He watched his little brother kill one a few weeks ago and didn't get discouraged, he was happy for him.
We went after one old turkey that's been giving us a fit for a while this morning and he slipped by us again. He wanted to go back after lunch and I told him to strike out. He looked at me like I was crazy but I told him to take his slate call with him and go set up in a little hardwood draw behind the house we'd hunted in several times. Two hours later we heard a shot and this is what I got to see coming up the road. "Proud" doesn't even begin to describe it. I guess he just needed me to get out the way. My granddaddy gave me that bucket hat he's wearing and it's seen more death than Chuck Norris. Welcome to the Tenth Legion son......
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