The turkey hunting has been pretty bad here in my little corner of Kentucky for about the last 5 years or so. You would go out and sit for several hours in the morning and be lucky to even hear a gobble, much less see one. The last bird I killed was in 2017. Well, maybe we've turned a corner on that situation. Over the last two weekends, I've heard more gobbling and seen more birds than in the last 5 or 6 years, combined. And on Saturday morning, one ol' boy made the mistake of looking for love in all the wrong places. 22 lbs, 11" beard, 1 1/4" spurs. Glad to get that monkey off my back!!