I'm not a big fall turkey kinda guy but every October when we close our cabin for the winter I try to spend a morning sneaking around the farm looking for grouse and possibly something bigger. The gun was my FIL's pheasant gun from the 50's when he was in college. I've killed a couple hens and jakes in the past but I've usually let the Toms go as I love to hunt them in the spring. I've always said though if I got the chance with the old man's gun and some old black powder 8's that I would like to take one more fall longbeard. This morning everything fell into place and the hunting gods were on my side.
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They say everything happens for a reason.
For me that reason is usually because I've made some bad decisions that I need to pay for.