Sitting up against my lucky tree, periodically clucking on a Primos Super Slate, a huge plane flew overhead about 5 pm. Well, "And Robin" couldn't stand that and gobbled bigtime. With my added yelping from the Red Devil, he gobbled again, closer. I got ready and purred some on my JJTom's Slate and another tom gobbled just to my left, probably as close as 50 yards. I couldn't ever see him and his gobble got one right away from "And Robin". Maybe he thought he'd found "Batman", I don't know, but he quickened his pace and I saw his white dome at some 100 yards and braced myself with prayer's from the good Lord above and a heightened sense of excitement.

It didn't take long for him to cover that 100 yards and at 36 yards he died like a trooper. One tough bird and probably a three or four year old, with sharp needled spurs.

I couldn't believe it. Never had I had such a start to the season. Here it was two days into the season and I'd called up 5 toms and had two in the truck. God, I love this sport. Thank the Good Lord Above, for sure. Now, hopefully, my son can get away from baseball and go and take care of "The Joker" or "Alfred". The Joker will be a tough one, as he made the fool out of me Saturday afternoon when he slipped up behind me, silent like. Dang "Joker".