Bird down! Bird down!

I haven’t exactly been able to yell that yet… But it’s Turkey Season, baby, and I’ve got my turkey call dialed in.

Gene and I spent the better half of Sunday calling the ugliest birds around North Idaho all across the mountain, and although we lured them close to where we wanted, we didn’t get a shot off.

Gene, of course, already dropped one a week ago – but now I have his shotgun at the house, as I hear turkeys all morning and throughout the day outside my window.

It’s Thanksgiving in April this year.

Gobble gobble, bitches!