After my wife's bird on Wednesday, I was fortunate to tag along with a good buddy and watch him kill one Thursday. Then on the way home Friday night I saw a bird in a very favorable spot for us but very un-favorable for him. Got home and told my boys that one of them needed to go the next morning. My youngest, Hudson, is the early riser for sure and said he was in. So we went early, knowing we'd walk past where I expected the bird to be roosted and conservatively setup on the back side rather than one of the points he'd probably be on. Well the bird had turned back after I saw him and went right into the corner, which was about 50 yards from us rather than the 150 or so I expected. The first gobble made me jump, and I knew we hadn't been super quiet setting up, because of the leaves and branches we dealt with in the tree line. Thankfully we had been early. The bird pitched way out into the field early, after briefly gobbling good on the limb. I sort of thought it was over, and that he had seen or heard us. However he went straight into strut and continued to gobble like crazy, answering every call, and worked right back to us perfectly the direction I expected he would want to go. Guess he just wanted the high ground to start. Hudson crushed him at about 20 steps and we made it back home before anyone else even woke up. This is Hudson's 4th gobbler. I'm still smiling, I believe, as it's been one heck of a season and isn't over yet.
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