I got a story of my dads friend taking me on the youth hunt. 2 years ago during the youth spring hunt we went up on the ridge to listen before the sun rise and we heard birds right down over the hill from us so we got all set up and ready to rock me a thunder chicken. Well it didnt go as planned it came down the hill and headed to my right and was circling around us so i knew we would get busted. Here he came around and busted us right before he took off flying i had one shot to get a shot off right before he took off so i did well needless to say i missed. So later in the morning my dads friend said lets go down the road and see if we here any. All of the hunting is taking place at shawnee park public hunting. We go down the road and start walking up the hill needless to say without a call here is a gobble 60 yds from us on the ridge i lay down in the middle of the road and so does my buddy just enough where i can see over the hill. My dads buddy can see him but i cant he is gobbling his head off finally i can see him. Here he is in my sights bang drop him like a bad habbit it was one hunt that i will never forget some of these i will never forget i have had some great hunts!

Sorry its so long thats my story! Congrats on the baby coming along!