My most memorable hunt was 2 seasons ago, and it didn't even result in a bird down. I was hunting a farm with multiple fields and hardwoods between them. Three of the fields are next to each other connected thru the woods by a small farm road. The week before this hunt, I had a bird gobble on the far side of a ravine, and I set up at the edge of that ravine and surprisingly called him in. Unfortunately, he circled around me and came in from behind, then spooked. I bumped that same bird on the way out of the woods. The following week, I struck a bird who sounded off in the same place. It was like instant replay, except he didn't come in. I was working him for nearly a half hour. He moved off to what I thought was probablythe end field of the three fieldsdescribed above. I moved on him and went to set up in the center field. I placed a hen and jake decoy right at the fields edge where I figured if he took that road in to my calling, he'd see the dekes and go for it. I set up on an adjacent field edge, with my back to the woods. After a good half hour of having him respond to my calls and not seemingly move at all, I shut completely up for about 15 minutes. I then called with a few soft clucks, and he responded, and he sounded closer! Okay, game on. I stayed quiet for another 5, then scratched the leaves a little. Gobbbllleeeee! Sounds like he was in the woods, not on the farm road. Anyway, he's coming. I hear some movement in the woods behind me, but I see nothing. I waited a few more minutes, then gave him a soft cluck, then GOBBBBLLEEEEEEE! This bird emerged from the woods DIRECTLY behind me. He gobbled point blank into my ear. If I would have swung around, I probably could have grabbed him by the neck. I was frozen in place, and I see the shape of a strutting tom move from behind me to my right in my peripheral vision. He was no more than 5 yards from me when I saw him turn towards the center of the field. I thought his fan would shield my movement so I started to bring my gun up. He started turning to his left, so I froze. He was now looking right at my dekes, then he came out of strut and started walking towards them. Then he started running toward them I figured he was gonna start fighting with my jake, and I'd take him when he got there, but he just sped on past my dekes and into the woods behind them. I might have been able to take a shot while he was running, but I didn't want to chance it and I really did think he'd stop by the dekes. Anyway, that was one tough bird and my most memorable hunt. I'm hoping he's still around, maybe I'll get another chance at him this spring.