The crisp morning air bit at Jake’s cheeks as he crept through the dense woods, his shotgun resting snugly against his shoulder. He had spent weeks preparing for this moment, studying turkey hunting tips and practicing his calls until they sounded just right. The forest was alive with the rustle of leaves and distant gobbles, but patience was key. Jake crouched behind a fallen log, his breath steady, and let out a soft yelp. Moments later, a tom emerged, its feathers glistening in the sunlight. Jake’s heart raced as he took aim, the reward of his efforts finally within reach.