2nd Kentucky Gobbler Goes Down!

 Ok, here was the plan..... Glenn and Austin were going to go with Drake and I back down to Kentucky for the opening of their regular turkey season. The boys would be the shooters with the old dads running cameras and calling. Well Glenn and Austin couldn't make it, and when I told Drake that Austin wasn't coming he really didn't want to go either. He didn't want to tell me no, but I could tell he didn't want to go without the other guys. So at around 9pm that night I talked myself in to going down alone. I thought it would be a chance to get to know some more of the land down there and maybe I might get lucky and hear some birds. I pulled in to my parking spot at around 1am and settled in for a few hours of sleep. I was up and ready just before light and before long was hiking slowly down the 4-wheeler trail. I hadn't gone 200 yards when I heard a gobbler sounding off on the ridge ahead of me. There is something magical about the sound of that first distant gobble on beautiful spring morning. I have to agree with my little brother when he says "turkey hunting is in his blood", cause its in mine too! I cant imagine my life without turkey hunting. I worked my way closer as the old tom was making the world know of his presence. I was able to get in to a really good position at about 100 yards from where he was roosted. I set the lone decoy in the middle of the trail and tucked back against a tree in some cover. I gave him a few soft clucks and yelps and I was quickly cut off by a pair of gobbles. There were two birds roosted together! I went silent as they gobbled several more times. It wasn't long and a hen pitched off roost and glided from the ridge, passing me and landing somewhere behind. Perfect. About a minute later I heard the beating of wings as the gobblers left the roost. I gave them some cuts and yelps and they cut me off with loud, close gobbles. I made one more soft yelp with my voice and they answered again. When I saw their brightly colored heads they were coming around a bend in the trail, at about 40 yards, taking turns strutting. What a show. I almost forgot I had the gun in my hands as I was enjoying what I was seeing. I let them get a little closer and a when one of them came out of strut and stretched his head up high, I squeezed the trigger. And at 730am my 1st Ky bird of the season was down! Probably one of the easiest turkey hunts I have ever been on. I'll take it, cause Ive sure had my share of tough ones. Thanks to God. For everything. After I took and sent some pictures, I was on my way back to the truck when I heard another distant gobble. Great place to hunt. I spent most of the rest of the day scouting new areas and think I found some more potentially good spots. Cant wait to try them out. I bet I wont have much trouble getting someone to go next time.  ; )