Took my little brother out opening day of the youth turkey season. I knew where the birds were roosting so we got there right at sunrise and started doing a little cutting and running from the cabin. We heard a few gobbles but nothing too exciting. I took him to a spot where he missed a bird last year and we set up. Within 5 minutes we had three toms hot and on their way to the calls. Right as i was telling him to swing his gun over 4 hens popped up over the hill and came looking around at about 5 yards. I could hear the toms doing the spit/drum but could not see them yet. The hens started putting and acting a little spooky but the toms came anyway. 3 big ol swingers came up and moved along the ridge right in front of bens shotgun. He was a mature bird but both of his spurs were broken off at about a half inch and one was just barely hanging on to his leg (really rockey soil) 10 inch beard and weighed a whopping 24 pounds! I have come to the conclusion that he is the luckiest turkey hunter alive. I have taken him out 2 times now and he has killed a double bearded bird (11" and 5.5"), a 10.5 inch bird and a 10" bird.