My 10 year old, Austin toughed it out through cold, wet, early, and late this weekend.
atta boy. we worked hard for this bird. we were on birds saturday and sunday, they just changed their diets from the acorns that were plentiful 4-6 weeks ago and started on the corn, berries and green fields.
we moved positions yesterday to get on a boss tom, and had them in our sights, just as then they went into the corn 
we never gave up. We got right on them again this morning,. after the birds left the roost we waited 20 minutes and headed after them, as the changed it up from saturday 
We went down iand up a big wet mudlside of a hill. I told Austin, they had to be on top eating in the field, we have all day to sneak quietly up on them. QUIETLY! As we got on top, and moved slowly towards the green field, I spotted them and again reminded Austin to slow down and move very slow, and we were going to crawl up to the field edge and get a shot. just had to get another 30 yards on them… creeping to 20, I slowly stood & smelled smoke, like burining rubber, and the birds did too, as they moved back into the woods. 
The look on my boy’s face! The conversation went like, hunting doesn’t mean killing, what have you learned? I’ve learned about being quiet, and this beatiful world around us, and that hunting isn’t easy dad. Good, then you’ve paid attention. thse birds will come back son, i almost guarantee it. so we waited and waited and waited, knowing they had not seen or heard us and would be back to eat. patience paid off and rewarded Austin with a shot at one of 3 birds, that came back out 15 yards from our selected spot along the woods edge. I said pick one and aim right for it’s eye. he picked one, and shot…bird is on the move! “shoot him again boy!” KABOOM… bird down.
thanks for a great weekend son.
