O.K., going to try to post the bad pictures that I have, they are the only ones I have so they will have to do. First the story!
Hunted the five day slot I had (21th through 25th of April) in Minnesota with no success. Most of the time it was cold, wet, and windy making it not only uncomfortable for me but the birds were totally unresponsive. Did pass on a shot at a Jake and saw only one other bird, a hen. Spring was late here in the north and what is usually a good time slot turned into a bust!
Decided to head to the Santee in northern Nebraska, as I can get a license over the counter. Arrived their on Sat the 3rd about 5:00 p.m. and stopped at the wardens to get a license. He wasn't home so needed to drive into Niobrara as they can be purchased at one of the bars. Arrived back at the reservation about 5:45 p.m., geared up and headed out to find a spot in the field thinking to enjoy the eveing. Found a good looking spot at the apex of a couple of ravines, backed into a cedar and after waiting ten minutes start calling. I called 3 or 4 times over the next 5-10 minutes when a Gobbler fired off directly behind me, not only directly behind me but as I later measured, just 25 yards behind me. Being left-handed, I rolled to me left and peeked around the cedar and their he was, just dropping out of strut. I put the bead on him and dropped the hammer. Bird down, done hunting, time 6:15 p.m. lapsed time 30 minutes.