By Richard Denney

My friend, Jim, and I had set up on a bird at first light. He gobbled non-stop for about 30 minutes. I yelped, purred, cutt, basically did anything and everything I knew to do to get him to head over our way. And he did - right into the aim of another hunter!

Deflated to say the least, we headed over toward another bird we had heard earlier. Walking in, Jim said he thought he heard one gobble. We stopped to call, and boy, was he ever right! We had walked to within about 100 yds. of him. We set up our dekes quickly, and I started calling. He gobbled at everything but me. Finally, after about 45 minutes, I started cutting and cackling very aggressively. He answered immediately and I set my slate down. He appeared about 45 yds. away, strutting up a storm. When he finally walked into the shooting lane (we were by a deer stand), he saw the decoys, and came a runnin`. He stopped at about 20 steps, and I shot.

This was my first turkey to call in, and it's a feeling that's indescribable!