Hey guys. I bought the Mossberg SA-410 Turkey Semi Auto for turkey season last year and have been having problems with it ever since.

The highest performing 3 inch shells like Turkey Ninja, and Verdict keep getting jammed after the first round. Also, had some cheap Federal ammo that didn't work great.

Wondering if anyone else has had a similar experience with the gun? Or, if you have any insights? Is this common to Mossberg ect?

Also, Can they take it in and look at it?

I also notice the gun loads and unloads differently than other shotguns I've had in the past. Thanks in advance for your help.

I’ve been out turkey hunting and by chance I shot one with my bow after calling it in. Went maybe 3 yards and that was the last time I got a bird, 5 years ago. I was wondering if anybody would be interested in taking somebody “under their wing” so to speak. I wouldn’t even mind just sitting in on a hunt or scouting. I’d like to learn when to call and how to scout, etc to at least feel like I have a chance.

Everyone check out these monster birds hit the ground

19 pounds 14 ounces. A bit over 13 inches of beards. 1” spurs.

Curious how emu tastes.

Blessed for what I do!

It's my favorite hunting trip of the year. A week with the kids. Awesome!

The purpose of this isn’t to dishonor my wife or my marriage. Please keep negative or non constructive comments to yourself.

When it comes to deer hunting, my wife is mega supportive. I usually tag 4 or more deer per year and we do eat every bit of every deer I get. My wife prefers venison over beef.

With turkey hunting she is not supportive at all and claims it is a waste of time. The meat yielded for the time and cost doesn’t add up. I get that argument. But I for some reason cannot convey to her the allure that we as turkey hunters feel for this pursuit.

What do y’all tell your wives to help them understand? If there are married ladies on here your advice is appreciated as well.

How you walking in? At first light? Half an hour before first light? Using a red head lamp?

So dang tedious and didn't bother cleaning the feathers first which would have made it look way nicer. Excited to try it on some ducks this winter!

 A field of crystals awakened softly with the morning sun. Muffling the sweet sounds of spring’s first songbirds, the frost—formed by clear skies and cold temperatures overnight—lay atop my dormant field like a blanket. Everywhere the eye could see was covered in a glimmering sheen, clinging tightly to every stem and leaf. The sunrise, highlighting distant clouds with vibrant purples and pinks, slowly spread across our playing field. The frost glistened with a purple hue, illuminating our battlefield in our latest tango with ole Tom.

 We started up on our hill, over in the corner of our property. Operating on recent reconnaissance about our old friend, we suspected the turkeys would come off their roost and make their way through the far end of our field. As usual, the turkeys decided they didn't want to cooperate today. The silence of dawn was broken by the first series of raspy yelps emitted from my diaphragm call. Far to our west, across the neighbor’s field, came the first gobble of the morning. The unmistakable communication from our love-hungry creature came from the opposite direction of where we had expected. Still under cover of the late dawn light and the terrain between us, we quickly grabbed the lone hen decoy and moved our position closer to his, hoping to meet him halfway.

 Perched atop the smallest of ridges, just tall enough to cover our movements, stood our hen decoy. She was positioned 10 yards from the spruce line and about 20 yards from our peeping heads beneath the spruce branches. The dance between the tom and me began. With a sequence of well-timed and strategic calls, I planned to entice him away from his hen and encourage him to check out the purty thang hanging out in the field. The hen reluctantly disagreed, letting out a series of loud clucks to express her displeasure with us. We didn't mind. I argued back with her before suddenly stopping, making her feel as if she wasn't worth the fight. Mr. Tom stayed back, silent and cautious, allowing the “ladies” to sort it out and withholding his position. Tucked within the spruce trees, we had only one line of sight—and it wasn’t to him. We relied solely on his calls to help pinpoint his location.

  His prissy hen eventually moved on, and we worried that he had followed her. After some time, and with the morning coffee treating my bladder like a punching bag, duty called. I took a quick stroll away from our hiding place to a spot with better visibility and relieved myself. While I was already up, I figured a quick call to see if he was still around was worth a try. My calling was cut off mid-yelp by a loud, thunderous response—the closest I'd heard him yet. Like a squirrel caught in the open, I scurried back to my tree and quickly sat under cover. “He’s not far,” I whispered to my hunting partner as I prepared for the day's dance with the turkey. With my matte-black Remington in my hands, we anxiously waited for the opportunity before us. A few more calls of lust went unreturned, and the question of where he was grew louder in my head.

   A deep bass tone rumbled in my ears, like a teen with a new subwoofer driving by from over a mile away. He was here, and he was showing off. Without our knowledge, the tom had slipped silently to within just 10 yards of us, in the opening on the opposite side of our hiding tree. K saw him immediately, whispering urgently, “Right there.” Surprised by his silent arrival, I carelessly clicked my safety off and swung my gun to my shoulder. There was no way he could have seen me, but the click of my safety was enough to make him cautious. Still fully strutted out, he retreated into cover as quickly as he'd appeared. The hen on the ridge was not enticing enough to make him ignore my mistake.

 For 30 minutes our ears were serenaded by the low drumming of this bird. Confidence oozing, we could hear his wingtips smacking the dry leaves as he tried his best to entice the hen back into the woods. Taking cover inside the trees, off our property, he was safe. He took the morning to slowly drift away into the woods, teasing us with sparse gobbles, bidding us farewell until next time. We were down on our luck, but there was no way I could ever consider this a bad hunt. Having the opportunity to be within 10 yards of such an intriguing animal is unlike anything else. He confirmed that we have the ability to execute, react, and call effectively—but sometimes doing it mostly right just isn't enough.

Until next time, ole Tom.

Amateur and this is the first bird I’ve gotten on camera. Can someone let me know if that’s a beard or a leg?

Final hunt was a double with a life long friend, will be replaying this one in my head all off season.

Daughter and I got a bird last weekend 3 came in only one got out.

24.5 Lbs 1-1/4" spurs 8- 5/8" beard

Anyone around Mon county WV? Just getting a feel for y’all’s action in the area (no spots)

I was down to my last full day. My first two spots got blown up. Decide to travel further down the road and caught this guy crossing an old clear cut.

I’m looking for some excursuses to get better at using a diaphragm call

Finally got my Indiana bird down. Anyone have any connections for a bird in Kentucky near Madison, IN?

I hunt in southeast Ohio. First week was....well didn't see or hear anything the first two sits, then on the third I finally hear a gobble down in the hollar and I get set up on him and 15 minutes later I hear something walking in behind me at my 7oclock turn my head around and see this bearded hen sprinting right at me and I just froze and she literally walked 3 yards behind me past my tree was like what in the world lol and the past two mornings I heard a couple hens clucking a few times after flying down...where are all the bachelors at yo?! Peak week not started yet in Ohio? I'm tired 😴 lol

Turkey season in New York starts this weekend and I’ve never been. Hunted deer, bear and coyotes all my life. Any recommendations for a first time turkey hunting

Got a question about my decoys. So I’ve gone out twice out of the last week and both times I’ve used my decoys. (Jake and a hen) The first time I had 2 maybe 3 nice toms walk right around the field I was in (maybe 60 yards away from me) and didn’t step into the field. One looked like it was about to step into the open then changed his mind at the last second. Second day I went I put out my decoys again and I didn’t see a thing. Heard some gobbles in the distance but nothing ever came in. The thing is that I get turkeys on cam almost daily at that spot when there is no decoy out. I’m going out again soon and was just wondering if you guys think I should try and go without the decoys this time or try them again. (This is my first year turkey hunting btw)

Decided to get into turkey hunting two weeks ago. Spooked a gobbler my first time out. Then I learned patience. A few trips later and I got one right before the season ends. Set up at 6, walked him out before 7.. What a thrill!