Back in my beginning days of turkey hunting, I had a gobbler that sounded off on the roost from the same area every morning. This was before I was familiar with the surrounding land and I was learning as I was hunting. But after he flew down, he went silent and I didn't here or see anything out of him the rest of the day. Sound familiar? Every morning I tried to get closer to where I thought he roosted but he always gave me the slip. The first week of the season went by without taking him and by then it was a personal thing, I was determined to get him after expending this much effort on him. The opening morning of the second week, I set up within 75 yds. of his tree, he flew down at first light and within minutes it was over. He didn't have time to gather his harem and head off to strut. I haven't spent this much time on a single turkey since then but the feeling I got after taking that old bird stands out in my memory as one of the most enjoyable times I've had in the turkey woods.