Rick Cunningham, Special to The Hays Daily News One of my best friends (Junior) just loves to hear the story of the turkey I killed in 2011. I’m sure he finds it very humorous. I started opening day 10 miles northeast of Woodston. The night before season, I had roosted seven long beards. The boss tom was noticeably much bigger than the other six. He spent most of his time running off the other toms anytime they got close to his hens. It was a typical opening morning, starting out really cold but gradually warming up. They all flew down, and just as the night before, the boss tom spent his time chasing the other toms away from the hens.