I was twelve years old when the best day turkey hunting happened that I have ever had. My dad and I had sat this spot several consecutive years. we killed turkeys every time. My dad would not let me take my call there for fear that I would overcall. Well, he decided to leave me there and walk across the woods to the green fields. It had not ben three minutes after he left, and I saw the flashing of wings coming down on the other side of the field. I got so worked up that I could not hardly contain myself. I started to shake. I still get excited when I see a turkey now, but not like I used to. Anyway, I had a decoy out and I could tell that there was a couple of jakes out there. I got the binocs up and I started counting. More and more turkeys came out of the woods. I started wanting to call them in, then I remembered that my turkey call was in the truck! They started to head back into the woods so I knew that I had to do something and do it quick! I started softly calling with my mouth and all of a sudden the field erupted in gobbles! I called louder and louder until they started to come. By that time I had counted 15 jakes and 9 toms. That was amazing. It was the first turkeys that I had ever called in and I did it with my mouth! I quit calling once they got within 50 yards. They kept gobbling and kept creeping closer slowly until they were less than 10 yards from me. There was fighting, and strutting all around. The jakes were the only ones that came within shotgun range though, so I waited until one stuck Its head up then I let it rip. It was less than 10yards when I shot and it just rolled. The special thing that made that hunt be my favorite is that it was my first turkey that I had killed onmy own. I could go with dad and kill one every time, but he always told me that I really became a turkey hunter when i could sit alone and kill a turkey. That was and still is my best turkey hunting experience.