Congrats on the bird bo. Dad was sittin right beside me and blew ones head off this morning. Dang punk. Three big birds walked up, dad starts saying " shoot it" when I can' t see any of them. So he capitalized on the opportunity and shot the turkey...which I should' ve killed.

A bunch of our huntin buds got one this morning. The season' s lookin mighty fine. We heard gobbles everywhere!

Well, congrats again. You' re name ain' t " bogobble" for nothin. You' re a turkey slayer.