My son is five and has been excited to go hunting. We dropped off a couple other hunters at dawn and got to the area we were going to sit. After getting all the gear set and us in the blind I settle in and wait fifteen minutes to start calling. I look behind me at minute six and there's a gobbler at the end of the road, 120 yards away, dust bathing. I hit the call and he gobbles and goes into full strut. I hit the call again and here come two hens down the road towards our decoys. The gobbler follows them on a rope. They cross the distance in about five minutes and my son stays amazingly still and quiet. I'm quite proud of him.
Here's where the story gets funny. I wanted success today, so I brought a rifle in the blind with us in case I wanted to take a longer shot. The gobbler is strutting circles around my jake decoy at 15 yards. I pull up the shotgun and the safety won't click. I used the gun in the water a few weeks ago (Benelli Nova) and I thought I cleaned it super well, but I guess not. So I finally jam the safety off, go to pull the trigger and it won't go bang. I crank on the trigger about three times and finally just put the scattergun down and grab the rifle. After I stuck the bullet at the base of his neck he went down like a ton of bricks. I don't think I've felt more relieved.
So from the moment we sat down to the moment the gobbler was on the ground was about eleven minutes and now I have to fix my shotgun!