My dad and I learned to turkey hunt together. 17 years later, we are both crazy passionate about it. But, this past winter my dad found that he has two different types of cancer. He's had his entire nose removed, as well as his prostate since Christmas. The doctors have told him that both cancers are very aggressive and will be hard to beat. The reality is, this may very well be his last turkey season. On the other hand, my 9 year old son Carter, had never pulled the trigger on a shotgun before this weekend. He somewhat understands the situation with his grandfather and was very excited to learn we were going to hunt with him over the weekend. Shortly after 11:30 a.m. on Saturday, Carter watched two gobblers race 75 yards across a food plot to attack our beloved "ugly boy" stuffed jake decoy. After they flogged the decoy, Carter faliled to shoot. The turkeys spooked and began running back towards the woodline. My dad was helping with the gun, but let go of it thinking the hunt was over. For whatever reason, one of the turkeys stopped and looked back at the decoy. Carter picked the gun up on his own and in his words, "folded him up like a lawn chair". It was without a doubt mine, as well as my dad's favorite hunt of all time. I don't know how often God gets involved with our hunting endeavors, but he did Saturday. And, thank you Alabama for youth weekends.