So I went Saturday 5/4 for my first time. And I killed a bearded turkey. I know that toms are 2 years at least and this guy may have had, 3/4 inch spurs, 7-8 inch beard, probably a tom rather than a jake but just by the hair of his chin. A trophy still cause he was my first. M and I set up at a “T” of two old woods roads. A small flock of decoys. M was off to my left behind a bastion of an old rock wall and a big boulder. I was between a boulder and a big tree. M called and we had a bunch of gobbles. I had a coffin box call and just clucked a bit cause that was all I was confident doing. A couple hours of calling back and forth and a lone hen came in she wandered around clucking and picking at the leaf duff, at one point she was within 15 feet of me. It was very cool to watch her doing her thing. She kinda wondered off. Then we had a bunch of gobbles nearby and closing. They too worked into the decoys, 3 toms or jakes, and probably 4 or so hens. I was looking for shooting lanes and second guessing on range. They passed one lane too quickly and disappeared behind some trees I shifted to a tiny lane but one I was willing to risk, first a hen, another, a Jake, but he moved too quickly and there was a hen just behind him, so I waited, the second tom was coming but taking his sweet time. First just his head, but then he moved into the clear and the hens moved out of the way. I hit the button and he dropped right there without a kick. No we didn’t chest bump or do obscene end zone celebrations just grins and a hand shake and packed up — out of the woods by 7:30am. P and I had him cut up and cooking or in the fridge by 10am.  Eat what you kill.   I’ve got another tag, Yah Baby.