After nine years I've managed to put some turkey in the freezer. I took my first turkey in fall of 2009 on my very first hunt with my Dad and two of my brothers. I spent the next few years as a trip planner and guide for them trying to get them birds. The last two falls I went out alone and came darn close hunting public land. This year I went domestic and hit the farmlands to cull some hens for a farmer. I took one in September, one in October, and yesterday I dropped two with one shot. It's been a long journey, and my first season tag out ever. And no, I didn't cry. Though maybe I should have.
