probley my favorite hunt was my brother-in-laws first turkey, we set up and i was there to do the calling(but i did have my gun) we set up just after daylight we set up on the edge of this feild that almost always holds a turkey or a dozen, well we set up with two deacs and me handleing the box call but nothings going on, well i end up falling into a light sleep that i come out of about every 5 minutes to look for birds, after a half hour nap(so 3 hours on this feild) i decide i want to stand for a while so i start to give up when i catch movement 200 yards across the feild, i stay on my knees and hit the call, all three gobble and start to strut, i hit the call in response to the birds and they all come at a full run and duck right under a fence, it took me two minutes to get these birds in range but i cant put a beard on ANY of them, i have my hand next to my leg so i can tap the call to keep these three in range and when i FINALLY see beard on ALL of them they see my hand move when i do a single yelp, they all turn and start to walk away when i whisper "shoot one!" before i got the word 'one' out of my mouth BANG and i see the biggest turkey drop dead, the other birds are runnin and im not shooting a gun im quite used to so i up and miss. the bird wasnt the biggest one out there but it weighed 22lbs and had a 4"beard that was blonde andfragile at the endwhich makes me think it should have had a much bigger beard, the bird also had 1 1/2" spurs so it wasnt a young one