Was fortunate enough to harvest a nice Iowa gobbler today. The weather was perfect this morning and the birds were going crazy on the roost. I was working this guy on the roost prior to flydown...probably 200 yards away or so. Shortly after flydown, I could tell his gobbles were getting closer. I first spoted him about 100 yards away and he was on a beeline for my setup. Once he crossed the creek and saw my decoys, he went into strut. Had him at 25 yards, pulled the trigger and CLICK??!?! WFT!!!! Quietly ejected the shell, another went into the chamber, pulled the trigger, CLICK. WTF AGAIN!!! Quietly ejected that shell, the last one went into the chamber, CLICK. Now I'm pissed, and to Tom knows something is up. He wasn't putting, but he started walking away knowing something wasn't right. Quickly reached down and threw one more shell into the chamber and BOOM...bird down....37 yards. 26 lbs 2 oz, 9" beard, 7/8" spurs.