This is the turkey that I shot this last spring. I was in the back of my land between a cornfield and a food plot full of clovers.
This turkey was hell to call him in. He was about 100 yards out on the other side of the corn. He started gobbling first thing in the morning, you know that first gobble in the morning that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, this was him.
I saw him fly down out of his roost and he was answering every time I would yelp at him. He started strutting across the corn and when he got into shooting range there was a finger of trees that came out between the corn and the food plot, which was between me and the bird. As he started to come even closer I had 6 hens come in from my left which made the gobbler stop in his tracks. I waited about 15 minutes watching him strut and chase these hens round in the corn. Finally I let out a yelp and he spotted my single decoy hen in the clovers and I think he was sick of chasing them old hens and was hoping my decoy was gonna give it up because he came shooting through the woods and headed straight for her (decoy). I didn't give him a chance as soon as he cleared the finger of woods I roasted his butt.
It was the biggest bird I have ever shot 25 lbs. 6oz./1 inch spurs and 10 1/2 inch beard. That's a thrill that can't be repeated. It's a different thrill every time.