First day of the Missouri youth season, Saturday, April 9. We got a late start, 12:30 to be exact, and season closes for the day at 1:00. We walked into the woods, yelped on my Lynch box call, nothing. Moved about 200 yards, and repeated, only this time, a gobble! We were below the bird, and knowing I had to get at least level with him, we double timed it up the hill, reaching the top, I wanted to check the bird, so I yelped again. Holy cow! He is close!! I looked left, and there 30 yards away, is a gobbler on full strut, staring right at us! We hit the turf fast, hit the box again, heard "ppfffttttt! doooooooooom" and wings dragging the leaves. He crested a small knoll, and Austen saw him at the same time the bird saw us. He broke strut a mere 15 yards away, the 870 barked, and the turkey fell. The rest, as they say, is history! I couldn't be prouder. 22 lbs, 10 inch beard, 1 1/8 spurs. Not bad for a first timer! I think he might have gotten spoiled, tho. It ain't always that easy!!!