I'm now tagged out. I took my 13 your old nephew out with me and I'm very glad I did because we were covered in turkeys! We had at least 7 toms and a few jakes in and around us. There was more gobbling and fighting then I've ever experienced in such a small area. There was a group of toms on a neighbouring property that couldnt handle hearing this early morning commotion from a distance and came running in from the other field and passed us to the left of our blind, where a shot couldnt be had. Well one thing led to another and we never really had a good shot on any of the birds we saw. After sitting tight for about 5 hours, I decided if a bird wasnt going to come to us, we would go to them. With wind and terrain in our favour, we made our way out of the bush, creeped up over a hill and got to about 35-40 yards on a Jake before he sensed the danger. As he started to run, I put my duck hunting skills to the test and shot him from the hip. As he flew away, I thought the worst and quickly started thinking about a thread posted on here not long ago about how crap wingshooting is with a pistol grip. My nephew, however, was confident about my shot. As we walked back into the bush close to the bird's point of entry, my nephew spotted the jake as he flapped his wings his finally few times. Go figure, I can miss a bird perfectly lined up for a shot, but I can somehow drop a bird with a perfect headshot on the fly from the hip. I was pretty amazed to see that not a single pellet hit the bird below the neck.
As for the bird, he's nothing to brag about. Definitely the smallest bird I've ever harvested. So I basically went from the biggest bird I'll likely ever shoot (or see for that matter) to a jake that was a little more then 15lbs lighter then the first bird. Talk about two extremes! I guess now I can see for myself if there is truely a difference in the taste of meat from an old bird to the more tender juvenile.