Well I remember my first bird. It was the juvinile hunt and I didn't get any sleep i was so exited. The land we were hunting was one of my fathers friends and he only deer hunted so he let us turkey hunt there. Anyway when we got ther we got out of the truck, walked about a hundred yards and just listened in a powerline feild that goes on forever. Gobble gobble he was a ways off so it was faint but still it was mar 26 and cold, we went over to him. He when we got there he stopped gobbling so we went off. That year we had gotten a strutter decoy and we had about 4 hens so we started field hunting. set up one: sat ther an hour, nothin. set up 2: sat there 3 hours... nothin. So we decided to try the back corner of this property where the man a a tripod. It was about 11:45 and as soon as I set down my father let out a sereis of yelps. GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE! That was only 100yrds away. He was comin. well we called gobble gobble gobble 80 yds. again gobble gobble gobble 50 yds away. again gooble gobble gobble there he was walkin through the brush. Now his head was so white I bet God was up there sayin, "What the Heck is that!" Turns out there was a fence this tom was going to have to cross. It was a square wire fence too. but there was a fallen log on top and that ol tom jumped up there and strutted and gobbled. It was amazing. He jumped of the log and started walkin down a loging road and when he steped clear I let him have it. 35 yds he was dead as doornail =. He was a 2 year old but a 100 year old my story book.