Finally home after work woohoo! I really wanted to take the time to tell the story of today's hunt. First off I have only ever been asked twice before to go hunting with anyone on their land for their birds for my own harvest only three times. All by the same two friends. One of them being This hunt. I was taken to probably the most gorgeous hardwood bottom I have ever seen. Big swooping ridge 200 yards in the front, growth all around, ridge turns into a half bowl from my front all the way around the right side to my left until it runs into a creek. Doesn't matter if I hear or see a bird or not. Just wow! The grey light starts to appear and the woods come to life. We all know this and it's the first shot of adrenaline for us. I hit my call once and you can barely hear the turkey answer. A few minutes later again and two answer. The sun comes out and my hens sound off only to say hi and keep going. My toms sound as if the are on the sandy dirt road we road in on so I decide to take a nap. Thirty minutes later it's 8am. Wow! I figured I would hit my high pitched raspy boss hen glass one time before I gave up. Gobblegobblegobblegobblegobble! 3 big toms were now 100 yards away. It was amazing! They slipped behind some thick stuff and kept on. Only one would blow up to spit and drum. All 3 gobbling like mad making the forest shake. I propped the old Ithaca flues up on one knee and had my glass pot call one the other. One more stroke of my striker and they all hammered and can in beards slapping the ground. The first one came in from the thick at 25 yards but his buddy was close behind. The third was just happy to be there. Finally the leader flexed his feather in full strut and I let him have it. He flipped over backwards and was done! The other two tried to run but I cut at them a few times and they ran right back in. I was blown away. I kept fooling with them and seeing what they would google to and what they would cluck to when George showed up to pick me up. He whistled and I whistled back. He came in quietly and I showed him the birds still out front. They still clucked and put on a big show for us both staying between 50 and 100 yards. I hit the call a few times, they responded and we both giggled a lot at these wonderful birds that were now newly in charge and had no clue how to act. I don't believe it couldn't have gotten any better and the only advice I can give is that iif George tells you to go X many yards this way, X many yards this way and set up you do it. Night night folks