Last weekend was awesome.  It was the juvenile turkey hunt here in Tennessee.

My dad and I hunted Saturday morning without any luck.  We had seen turkeys, but they just didn’t  come close enough. Patience was the word of the day.

That afternoon was a different story.  We went back to the same area we had gone before. But this time, the turkeys were already in the field.  We decided to set up our hunt where we thought they were to roost.  Patience again.  After watching them for a couple of hours, they finally started moving towards us.

Then they turned.  And went into the woods in a different place than we had hoped.  Still we waited.  An hour went by when I heard something running toward me. My view was blocked by a fallen pine tree.  Still hearing the approach, I looked under the tree and could see the legs of a turkey – but wasn’t sure if it was a hen or a gobbler. Then it finally came into view I could see ’s beard and it wasn’t alone – with it was a few more gobblers and hens.

As luck would have it, my view was also blocked by the stump I had been resting my feet on.  Trying to look around it and not be seen by the turkeys, I could hear one of the putting – about 5 feet in front of me.  The other gobbler was right between the stump and the pine and I could see him perfectly. When the other one started putting I pulled my gun around squeezed the trigger. The Beretta Xtrema 2 with the Remington Nitro Mag shells and the Primos Jelly Head choke put the trophy long beard on the ground.

Needless to say, it was a good day.  And I know exactly what will be on the table this Easter dinner!