Season is a wrap, total of 9 evenings out. The birds were less responsive to calling as the season went on. Walking out on day 6, saw this roosted tom at 100 yards right at the close of shooting.
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Day 7 my daughter asked me to take her turkey hunting, so we headed out for a spontaneous trip. I taught her how to use the box call, and surprisingly she sounded pretty realistic. Only trouble was she wanted to call every 10 seconds

I let her have at it for a fun sit. On the walk out she heard a hen cluck down in a ravine, and said, "Dad, it's a real one!" I got a good laugh, and was beaming that she identified the subtle sound.
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Day 8 was 92 degrees. I stumbled into the biggest morel find of my life, and ignored the gobbles on the opposite ridge to pick a half backpack-full of mushrooms instead.
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Last day, 94 degrees, went back to where the gobbles were the evening before, got as close as I dared but pushed it too close - I heard birds bust out of thick cover at my final approach, and the remainder of the evening was a bust. Time to head to MT for bears!