Youth only spring turkey season, April 9, 2005. We had plans to go to a buddy's farm in southern MO. Well, as sometimes happens, Brian had a late night. He is a paramedic, and was running calls most of the night. Austen and I went locally here, but saw nothing. Finally, Brian calls and by 10 we are on our way. We pulled in the driveway of the farm at 12:15, pulled out the shotgun, threw on our camo, and left the truck at 12:30. Season ends for the day here at 1:00, but we thought we would just make a run down the ridge and see what's up.
I did some cutting, and an immediate gobble. He was above us, so we ran uphill to get at least level with him. I cut again, he gobbled. I looked left, and there he was on full strut a mere 30 yards away. We knelt down where we were, and at 12:38 the shot rang out. Season over after only 8 minutes!!