My turkey calling had faltered earlier, but it was superb now. Immediately following the hen call, I was able to produce a purr that not only stopped the original spooked turkey, but brought in two more.
"The second one is bigger." I whispered, and Joel took aim. He held his arrow pulled back, and did his best to calm himself. The second, bigger turkey was just out of my sight and a little further out, and that's the one Joel was aiming for. Joel took a deep breath, then let his arrow fly.
"It's a hit!" Joel said, a little louder now that he didn't need to be quiet anymore. The turkey flew off with the arrow stick in it, and we watched the direction it flew before getting out of the blind to look for it.
"I was so fired up when I took my first shot at that turkey, and after I missed I realized I hadn't even aimed through my sights." Joel explained, as he looked for his bird.
"I know the feeling." I said back, and pointed out the bright colors of an arrow under the shelter of a pine tree.
There we waited until we were sure the bird had taken his last breath. When it was all over, Joel grabbed his bird from under the tree and brought it back to the blind.
"Well, we better get a few pictures of your first turkey!" I said happily, as Joel posed ever so proudly behind his kill.