[Bill Lundberg]

I went turkey hunting for the first time this year and I'm sure I'll never miss another season. As soon as I got set up I began hearing the gobbles all around. I called here and there trying not to over do it. Two hours went by and I thought it was over. Then in the distance I heard another gobbler, so I began calling. I would call, he would answer. We played this game for about 30 minutes with each answer I could hear him getting closer. Then he appeared across the clearing coming out of the woods. The rush that came over me was indescribable, I've done alot of upland bird and waterfowl hunting but never turkey or deer. I tried to tell myself to be patient. He spotted my decoy and began slowly working his way in. He was about 35-40 yards away and he began running from right to left. I got nervous and shot, he took a little dive and I jumped up, pumped my gun to finish him off. Sadly, I was too late he was high tailing it for the timber. I fired another shot (which was pointless as far away as he was) then sprinted over to look for a blood trail or some feathers. I found nothing.

I'm so pissed for not just waiting it out. The more I think about it the more I think he was just getting his freak on for the decoy. I don't know, maybe not, but I do know next year if I'm lucky enough for history to repeat itself, I will be more patient and hopefully bring one home.