I was just sitting here thinking about how good life is, and how much I love turkey hunting. I wanna hear some stories. I know it's a while before a lot of you can hit the woods, but it's close down here and I'm in the mood! Made me think back to a perfect hunt two years ago on a rainy opening day. A few buddies asked why I was going in the rain, and that I wouldn't see a thing, I just snickered and told em they were stupid. It was opening day! Nothing would've kept me in the bed. One even bailed on me and slept in, tough luck for him. Rainy days mean turkeys hit the open areas, so I headed to a blind I built under an elevated shooting house and got settled in about 10 minutes before first light. Across the field on top of a hill I could hear all the sounds you love to hear in the turkey woods, tree clucks and soft yelps followed up by a hot tom looking for love. As it got lighter, the hens warmed up and cut loose a little before fly down, cutting and yelping to that gobbling tom. A single hen flew down about 30 yards in front of me, clucked and yelped a little to her girlfriends, letting em know it was ok to join her. Three more hens flew down and went to eating and clucking. I sat tight and let them do all the calling for me. About 10 minutes of clucking and yelping was enough for that hot tom. Across the field I caught my first glimpse of him, strutting around the corner on a string right to those hens. I'll never forget hearing that tom drumming from at least 100 yards away, it was awesome. I watched him the whole way, dragging those wing tips and drumming non stop. Just when it looked like he was about to hang up at 70+ yards, those hens made their way further to my left and pulled him right to me at 30 yards. After two painful minutes trying to stick my barrell out of the window without any of the 10 eyes seeing me, I squeezed on him and let it fly starting the season off with a bang. Doesn't quite compare to the feeling of calling in my first and putting him in the dirt, it was just one of those hunts where everything fell together and I'll never forget it. Think back to your most memorable hunt and tell us about it, post a pic if you want. I don't care who you are, there's nothing on earth that compares to opening day of spring turkey season!

-Strut