First year out, bagged a longboard morning of my second day. I think that must have been complete beginners luck combined with the worlds stupidest Tom. I'm sure my calling sounded ridiculous.
One more tag, last day out. Not a thing in the woods for three different days. Walking back to the truck, decoy bag swinging from my shooting shoulder, gun over my other shoulder. Walk past a clearing and there's a turkey putzing around at thirty yards. We looked at each other, I shouldered my gun as he was lifting off. Flat out miss with first barrel, flat out miss with second barrel. I'll never get surprised like that again. Kind of embarrassing for a wing and clay shooter.
