One time in SE Minnesota, I was hunting late season and bagged a gobbler the first morning that flew right down to me after gobbling on the roost for about 90 minutes. I stuck around that day and the next morning I went out in full camo with the camera to see if I could get some pictures. I was sitting in a meadow that had some trees scattered throughout with a steep hillside above it. I had one gobbling on the hillside and he flew down so I laid down behind a small tree/shrub to wait him out. Then two more gobblers sounded off down the meadow and I looked out to see two white heads bobbing thru the meadow towards me. I froze and put my head down as I didn't want to spook them. I could hear them coming now and they walked right up to me. Then they continued around my tree and the one gobbler stepped on my boot as he walked by. I turned my head and he flew up right there and landed about 10 yards down the meadow on a dead run. That was pretty cool but unfortunately I didn't get a picture...