Here is a story from last year.
I was driving down the road just passed some of the fields I hunt just before dark and out of the corner of my eye I saw a black flash in the field.So I pulled over and busted out the binoculars and there was a hen heading in and out of a thicket.I watched her for about 15 minuets and notice she kept going to the same place in the thickets.Well its 3 weeks into the season and there is only one reason for that she must be on eggs!Then I hit the box call to see if there were any Toms on the other side of the thickets in the pasture were I can not see.Immediately to birds gobble back and cut my call right off.So I stop and left because I knew with the nest there the toms would roast near by.The next day I snuck in an hour before light and set up right between the 2 toms and the hen nest.As soon as it started getting light the hen started making light tree puts and the toms started going crazy gobbling.So since they were already gobbling I just waited for good shooting light to start calling.I hit the call light a few times so they would know I was there and they cut me right off.Then they all started flying down.The plan was coming together!the hen flew down right to your nest and the toms were strutting in the pasture head my way to get to her.A couple of calls and about 10 minuets later(Which seemed like forever)here they are 5 yards in front on the blind!I draw back and "waam" I hit the bird and he runs down the old road a drops only 40 yards away!I was so happy to finally kill this bird after 3 weeks of trying and calling for other people.He had 1 5/16 spurs and a nice beard.
Here is a pic of the bird