Hunter: John Lester
Points: 10 (5L, 5R)
The story of “Willy” started 3 years ago when summer pictures started showing up of a tight racked 2-year-old 10 with great tine length. It wasn’t until the next year that he got his name Willy, short for 'will he make it?' Fast forward to this year and Willy was a 5-year-old with same tight tall tined rack except this year everything on him was longer and taller! Earlier this year I was fortunate enough to be able to purchase a piece of land adjacent to my lease. After purchasing the land, the work began. Fields were cleared, feeders built, controlled burns and finally summer and fall planting. When the summer pictures started coming in, Willy was on my property pretty consistently. On Saturday the 10th I hunted that morning with no sightings of Willy, that afternoon myself and my 4-year-old son Jase went to the property with hopes of seeing Willy. As the afternoon went on, we watched turkeys and a couple of does feed in the field. As time kept slipping away, I thought our hunt would end without Willy. Just as last light was approaching I heard a limb snap to the left of the blind. Jase, my son, was sitting in my lap. I had to pick him up and put him on the floor of the blind in order to get the gun out the window of the blind to shoot. I told Jase to plug his ears, and the shot rang out, the chase for Willy was over! The ironic part of the whole story is when I left the house Saturday my wife told me, “You will get Willy tonight while Jase is hunting with you.” She was right!