My son called me around 8AM. He finally got the turkey he had been chasing for 2 weeks. 8.5" beard. Last night he put them to bed so he knew where they would be this morning.
A hen he had been watching all week helped out. The hen walked towards decoys and Mr. Tom came out and just as he looked at decoys the wind blew the decoy around facing him. He started strutting and my son whacked him.