We started out rough, couldn't get the toms to come in. We chased him for awhile, but decided to give up and chase a different tom. We heard some birds gobbling across a crick, about a half-mile away. We crossed a crick, and they were still 300 yards, so we thought! I started crawling down this path, towards a main path. I started crawling, and I heard a putt. I looked up and there is a runt gobbler looking at me, not a jake. He starts alarm putting, and I can hear the other gobbler start putting, but I can't see him. I crawl back, and start calling. No decoys, nothing. I didn't even have cover or a background. I am sitting out in the open, nothing to blend in with. I just keep calling. The first tom is putting, but he keeps coming closer and closer! I am sitting behind a wood pile, and staying still. I did not see the second bird walk up. I just see the first tom starring at me, and putting. 10 yards away, after he already saw me, still standing there. I was positioned so I could not get a shot, or see the other bird. Next thing I know, BAAAM, my brothers gun goes off, and I see the bird run away! I start cussing that me missed, so I run after this bird and gun it down. I walk back, and there is another dead bird. I couldn't see the second bird that walked up. But it turned out, that when they were behind the wood pile, the birds switched places, so he actually shot the small bird, and me the bigger bird! That was as fun, and surprising hunt!