Friday Morning Double

Wednesday morning was a exciting morning I was in the truck, out of school heading for Greene Co. for our annual turkey hunt. When we arrive we quickly realize the rain is holdin the toms back from gobbling. Theres also another serious problem...we cant cross the creek to the better part of the property. We then decided to set our blinds up in a clear cut and weigh our options. About 20 min after light we have a hen move in within 20 yards, this was the extent of the action wednesday. Thursday came and went the same as the day before(rain,lack of gobbling) the only upside was late in the afternoon we discovered the creeek had dropped slightly alowing us to just barely cross it. We then packed our blinds and set them up about a mile past the creek. I had mine on a secluded top field and my dad was positioned on a big ridge. Friday morning we setout straight to our blinds, we got there about quarter after 6 and at about 6:45 the birds started hammering all around us!!! The closest one to me was about 250 yds and my dad had two about the same distance. Around 7:15 the two birds by my dad started up again this time about 100 yds away. He worked them for several min and finally they were just over the edge of the ridge from my dad. My dad called once more and then over the ridge a head appeared, it took a few steps and let out a gobbler yelp..then boom my dad dropped it. He hit me on the radio and was very excited but some of his excitement was taken when he walked up and saw it was a jake!!! He had no idea by the way it was gobbling(sounded just like a gobbler). He was disappointed but at the same time happy because it was a rough few days and it was the last day. My dad let me sit for about 30 more min then he walked me around and tried to strike one up. We had no luck and I was started to feel hopeless as this was the last day and itd been two years since i bagged my last tom(2008). My dad decided to go ahead and pack up his stuff and carry it to the truck but he told me I could go back to my blind and sit for a hour or so. This made me feel a tad better because at least now I still had a chance. 30 min of dozing in and out go by and finally I hear one about 500 yards away light up. Im 16 years old and have taken 3 turkeys previously but always have had my dad to help me. This time I was all alone. So I grab my gun and vest and head his way. I walk about 200 yards and yelp loud on my slate. He answers about 200 yards away. I take a right on this old tractor lane and walk about 50 more yards asnd call. He answers walk another 50 and he answers agin. Now im about 100 yards but im up on the ridge and hes down in bottom. I grab a tree bout 20 yards from the edge and start calling. He isnt super responsive but responsive enough as about every 2 min he would gobble and each gobble was louder and louder. Finally he gobbles and hes about 60 to 70 yards away. My heart starts POUNDING and i mean the hardest its been ever.He gobbles one more time and it about blew me away, any second now and he'll be over the edge. Finally after about the longest 15 seconds of my life I see a white head come up the ridge about 40 yards away. He takes about 6 steps, I place his head in my prodiamond and squeeze the trigger, BOOM down he goes!! I satnd up and start yelling like I just won the lottery. I hit my dad on the radio and yell BIRD DOWN BIRD DOWN. It was the best moment of my whole huinting career, just knowing I set out by myself and fooled this bird into range. It was somethin else, He weighed 18.9 had a 10.5inch beard and 18mm spurs and was busted and was 10mm....Sorry it took so long to get story on here just been real busy...pics later