Dad and I made a late trip out to the blind last night. We spotted 2 gobblers with some hens feeding their way through a corn field, and we decided to head up to a spot where we thought they might roost. The pair of toms didn't do exactly what we thought they might, so the old man hopped out of the tent, snuck around the ridge, and settled in near a log. I didn't have to wait long before I heard the shot...and I knew it was gobbler down. Not a very big bird, but nice spurs.
