turkeyhunter64
Well-Known Member
In 1979 my dad died. I was 15 and lost. A man by the name of OB took me on my first deer hunt and started my live long love of the outdoors. This year he turns 80 and we have been hunting together for the last 5 years. A couple years ago he ask me to help him kill a turkey. He had never done that and really wanted to kill one before he could not get around good. So we have tried but he has always bumped the birds for some reason or another. Today his dream and I guess mine to came true. At 7 am he laid the smack down on his first bird. A jake. at 20 yrds with a 2 3/4 inch standard shell out of an old goose gun. I am not sure who was happier. We hugged, took pictures and sent him on his way. I even cried a little for him when he left. I told him when he left to call my wife and tell her I would be late. I was going to hunt some more. He did better than that. He stopped by and showed her HIS bird like a 17 yr old would do to his girlfriend. She said he was beside himself with joy. This day was good for him and me. I ended up calling in 8 long beards and 10 jakes and at noon killing one dead with a 10in beard. I will remember this day for a long time... I turely love my old man.
