Probably my favorite turkey hunting story has to do with a few year ago. Here in Utah, specifically where I'm from, there are wild turkeys everywhere. A few areas get hit pretty hard every year, so I decided to take off with my younger sister in tow to a steep ravine where I figured another big flock would be hanging out. Sure enough, we spotted them about two miles out, so up and down these steep hills we go, trying to sneak in closer. Finally, we were within striking distance, and since it was later in the day, I wanted to get in between the turkeys and their roost. I snuck within 100 yards of several toms and a few jakes, but realized they were on their way to private land, and I couldn't coax them in. So up we go again, up and down hills, when suddenly a big group of turkeys take off on a barren hillside in front of us. I pulled up and took a jake from the group.

Just a great experience, especially being able to take my sister out on a hunt and finding a large flock of turkeys that had been mostly left alone that year.