After basically taking a break from turkey hunting for a year I was back out this morning for opening day with my 16 year old son. We had action right from the word go but got messed up by another hunter. Later in the morning we had 2 birds coming before a nosey deer messed things up. Finally the pieces fell together and at 11:20 the boy killed a nice 2 year old. Watching that bird come in, gobbling every few steps, reminded me why I first fell in love with this game and how I missed it. I just might have to go out a few more times this year!