Our 15-year-old had missed two good-sized gobblers earlier in the season. With our busy schedule, he only had one last chance to get his turkey before the season ended. We were up at 3:30 a.m. to make the drive to camp for a morning hunt.
After sitting in the blind for hours with no action, he was ready to call it quits. I told him to hold out just 30 more minutes—then we’d pack it in.
Ten minutes later, a beautiful gobbler stepped out right in front of him. And as they say, the rest is history.
