@Tom DeKrey thank you! Reading other people's stories is always fun to me so I figured I'd share one. 

Last night there was a pretty wicked storm that ripped through the area but eased up around 4 o’clock this morning. With the rain easing up I decided to head out in hopes the turkeys would hit the fields. It’s about 5:30 as I pull into the farm. I shut the truck off, gather my essentials, and ease down the canopy covered logging road. Make it to the three acre open pasture at the end of the logging road.. no birds chirping and I notice a haze over the field. It was eery; almost felt like something was there watching me, probably Dog Man 🤷‍♂️ 😂. So I plunged on across the field not feeling right about hunting that spot today. Across the pasture it opens to three separate ten acre plots of last years corn fields that run in a straight line with each separated by a small creek. I chose to sit inside the point of a patch of tree saplings on the left side of the first field giving me a view of the majority of the roughly thirty acre section. Before sitting, I stuck my jake decoy in the tractor tire path about 10 yards from where I was sitting just hoping it would be easier for an aggressive Tom to spot from a distance. After picking ‘my sapling’ for the morning sit and getting comfortable along came two hens. Just pecking around on what had washed up for this mornings breakfast buffet. They make their way out of sight and I check the time on my phone, 6:30. Flip through the weather hoping the radar would show the rain holding off for a bit and hear a cluck.. and another... and another. Knew a bird had to be close for me to hear it so clearly. Slowly raising my eyes, I see him. He’s 20 yards and closing. My heart rate is rising, palms sweating, and hands uneasy as I try to figure out how I’m going to raise my gun to get a shot without getting busted. Once he reached what in my mind was the 10 yard mark I threw the gun to my shoulder which he sees and freezes for a split second while raising his head giving me the best shot. One trigger squeeze sided with a flood of emotions as I watch him fall. I make my way to him and suddenly realize my appreciation for such a beautiful animal  grows with the more I harvest. Being able to give thanks and respect not only to the bird but the pursuit as well. We are blessed to do what we do. Live slowly folks.

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