Well....to say exciting is an understatement. I had my buddy Mike video our Illinois youth season. For those who dont understand the politics of Illinois...you can apply for a youth tag for the kids, and its a 2 day hunt., but the tags are only 10.00 dollars, and you always pray for warm weather, which of course is non existant for now..lol. My sons Marshall (age 11), and Forrest (age 12) finished Hunter Education class last fall with perfect scores, and have never harvested anything. Day 1 on video, an old hen busted our decoys and told the (7) strutters behind her it wasn't a good idea to continue on our trail, where hearts were pounding, and disappointment set it. I called Rhino last night, and explained its cold, high chance of snow, and the gobblers are answering crows and geese more than hens. He told me to use no decoys, and a gobble call if the land is private, and I felt safe about it. So, off I went to houses of fellow turkey hunters, and our buddy Jon had the call I needed. We got into the blind on Day 2 (today) and waited for the sun to rise, while watching the snow come down. Its cold, windy and just plain yuck. At dawn, one gobbler broke the silence, I joined him with my gobble call, and shook it for all its worth. The woods lit up, maybe 12-20 gobblers let er rip for a good 45 seconds. We had seen as many as 26 gobblers a week ago, and knew the birds would soon head to the woods posted all around our small patch "No Hunting, Wildlife Preserve". About 730am, the monarch gobbler with a large beard, and spurs to match tested the will of the boys at 22 yards, and well, they both shot at him, and missed clean, and they were heart broken. I assured them that all birds have not left our haven, and to be silent, and wait to see what happens. About 20 minutes passed, and here comes that wench hen that busted us yesterday, and the only thing in tow was two more hens, and a very tasty legal Jake, which turned out to have three beards on him. The bird came in at 25 yards, Marshall fired first, then Forrest. Marshalls hit was true to the neck, but the bird was still on his feet, and stumbling for cover. I asked Forrest if he was on the bird, in his classic style Forrest chambered another round, and said "yep, Im on him"...and sent the bird down for the count with the final shot., a true team effort, as Marshall had the single shot shotgun. I can't be more proud, the flock was hundreds of yards away, so we called it a morning, while it rained and snowed on us, and headed for breakfast, I have pics, Im trying to load them now. al


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