After well over a decade, I finally took my first wild turkey. I was bowhunting with some friends in Iowa County, Wisconsin two days ago when I spotted a group of five birds walking down a trail that would put them directly behind my tree, up the valley from me and at eye level.
When the first one stepped clear I took her broadside about an inch below the wing but and a hair behind the back of the crop. She made it 10 yards before folding up at the base of a dead tree. Thanksgiving dinner will be a little extra special this year.