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I have been very Blessed to have had many wonderful turkey hunts in my life.  In the Spring of 2015, my brother Tyler and I each completed a Single Season Grand Slam, which the NWTF featured in the JAKES Magazine.  Each hunt along the way was very memorable, but probably more memorable was a hunt that took place the following year.

In 2016, Tyler and I were again going to attempt a Single Season Grand Slam.  As we left Virginia for South Dakota about a week into May, Tyler was just a Merriam’s away from his second consecutive Slam.  But, I would need to both connect on a Merriam’s while in South Dakota, then kill an Eastern in the few remaining days of the Virginia season when we returned home. So, I had to go to my secret weapon, my Grandma!  And I asked her if she would try to locate a gobbler for me while we were away.

When we returned from South Dakota, Tyler had completed his Grand Slam, and I was fortunate to come back home just an Eastern away.  While we were away, Grandma went out every morning at first light and would do her natural voice gobble..gobble…gobble from her porch.  And she had a gobbler answer her on the ridge behind her house the last two mornings we were away.  She had also patterned him that he would come down the right of way, and into a field across from her house soon after flydown.

This was my last best chance to get an Eastern, and complete my second consecutive Grand Slam.  As the sky started to brighten, he gobbled right where Grandma said he would be. Tyler and I set up along the right of way and made just a few soft tree calls and a fly down cackle, which he cut off.  We just looked at each other and grinned, and waited for him to fly down into our laps.  BUT… When he did fly down he flew down right past us and lit about 35 yards past us on his way to the field.  As he did so, Tyler started to cutt with his natural voice, and I stood and got ready to shoot.  Luckily, the gobbler hesitated just long enough for me to make the shot, and he collapsed.

Grandma had saved my Second Consecutive Grand Slam!