Before I could hunt with a gun I went with my dad on every hunt and saw quite afew bird's.One morning we just came out of a small patch of timber and their is a small tree in the middle of a 300 acre field.Dad hooted on the owl call and I saw a blob in the tree gobble so I poiont it out to dad from my comfortable backpack that he carried me in....he sees it and says hmmmm...we'll sneek up their and wait so we go a ways and stop go,stop,go,stop until we are at the tree we set down wait 10 minutes and look up to find the tree empty...a perfectly still morning and he didnt hear the thing fly....I remember parts of this hunt I was 5 or so..so i dont remember much.....he later found the thing strutting about 150 yards away in the same field... he did kill it after a long belly crawl he made me stay at the tree while he did it though amost like a t.v. show ten times better...thats one thing i do remember