My favorite hunt may be when I called in one for a friend. I killed my first longbeard on opening morning and it was a made for TV hunt. Two birds came in gobbling from about 150 yards out. The gobbled dozens of times came in strutting and drumming side by side. I took mine at 7 yards after they beat up my jake decoy.
That was so much fun I called my buddy up and told him we had to hunt the next morning. He didn't need his arm twisted so we're off the next morning. We drive half and hour and he pulls out a Benelli Montefeltro with an engraved nickel plated receiver![] He says all he had at the house was this gun with a IC choke! (His other guns were at his his hunting cabing in another county.) He's got some type lead duplex load he's big on so off we go. We spend the first 45 minutes listening to gobbling in the distance, but nothing near us. We walk about a half mile down a logging road and stop and I do a few yelps. Two gobbles about 80 yards away! We quickly set up on opposite sides of the road with his back to the birds coming in. They came on a rope and in less than 3 minutes we have two longbeards coming out of the timber and onto the road. The strutter slides down a small embankment and rushes ahead of his partner in his eagerness to find that sweet hen (me).
My buddy didn't see him until he's about 12 yards away and he swings and takes the bird with a quick shot. No flopping...just dead...with that Improved Cylinder choke no less! The second longbeard does his impression of an olympic sprinter (because we have a one bird limit I couldn't take a gun).
My first gobbler was awesome. Sharing a friend's first gobbler and being a part of it was even better.