He will gobble another day :)
The good news is that it was a heck of an exciting hunt!
Shortly after fly-down my 15-year old son spotted the turkeys across the field, 500 yards away. It took 45 minutes to call the tom and hen over, with lots of drama and suspense as the birds kept changing direction, going away and coming back several times, never quite in range. Finally the tom drifted in just under 40 yards and I whispered to my son, "This is as good as it will get, take 'em!". BOOM! Not a feather came off the bird as ite took flight and disappeared over the tree tops. LOL!
Considering that would have been his first game ever taken, my son took the miss in stride. I told him I'm certain he shot over the tom, that I missed one the same way 3 years ago and that a clean miss is always better than a wounded bird.
A trip to the range right afterward confirmed it. This time I had my son to shoot free-hand (before the season we had patterned his gun from a bench) and sure enough, all his shots were way high.
Not wanting him to dwell on the miss, I took him mountain biking that afternoon and we had some good laughs and thrills as the old man tried his best on some young man trails! :D