Here is a story from last year.
I was driving down the road just passed some of the fields I hunt just before dark and out of the corner of my eye I saw a black flash in the field.So I pulled over and busted out the binoculars and there was a hen heading in and out of a thicket.I watched her for about 15 minuets and notice she kept going to the same place in the thickets.Well its 3 weeks into the season and there is only one reason for that she must be on eggs!Then I hit the box call to see if there were any Toms on the other side of the thickets in the pasture were I can not see.Immediately to birds gobble back and cut my call right off.So I stop and left because I knew with the nest there the toms would roast near by.The next day I snuck in an hour before light and set up right between the 2 toms and the hen nest.As soon as it started getting light the hen started making light tree puts and the toms started going crazy gobbling.So since they were already gobbling I just waited for good shooting light to start calling.I hit the call light a few times so they would know I was there and they cut me right off.Then they all started flying down.The plan was coming together!the hen flew down right to your nest and the toms were strutting in the pasture head my way to get to her.A couple of calls and about 10 minuets later(Which seemed like forever)here they are 5 yards in front on the blind!I draw back and "waam" I hit the bird and he runs down the old road a drops only 40 yards away!I was so happy to finally kill this bird after 3 weeks of trying and calling for other people.He had 1 5/16 spurs and a nice beard.
Here is a pic of the bird

Ok my grandma owns about 200 acres in south missouri in a small town called Bakersfield....she has a place on top of a big ridge everyone call's they turkey 40....the past 3 years their hasnt been a bird killed out of their that had a beard under 12 inch and the smallest weight was 22 punds I think and I have no clue about spur's....

BUT...the past 2 year's both my uncles have been chasing a bird they call....Click...they call him click because two years straight this bird has escaped death!the first year he was seen he had a 11 inch beard my youngest uncle had him at 30 yards so he did a putt and when he pulled the trigger he heard...Click...he had forgot to pump the shell into the gun so when Click heard the Click he ran off!Than last year my dads twin was chasing him he saw him go into some brush so he said as soon as he throws up his head he is dead so a big red/blue head pop's up and he lets his 10 gauge pop him.....he slipped the head right off but...the breast below was supported a 12 inch beard clicks beard had grown over the year to where it drug the ground he was disgusted/excited at the same time!

Maybe this year I'll get to hunt up their and take click imagine me coming back to grandmas and tell both my uncles click is dead I'd love to see what they said

Great Story.I hope the only thing that turkey hears this year is your pellets hitting him in the head!

LOL thanks best of luck to you

OK everyone I have a witness and video to my story! so I travel about 35 minutes to get to a spot I've never hunted get there around 9 am because I had hunted another spot early. I get there move my set up around for about a half hour and finally settle in. I got out the video camera pan it from side to side to show my area and then shut it off. What I didnt see the first time i scaned the field was the turkey on a slight jog right towards me (i noticed it when i watched it later) so a minute goes by and i look to my left and see a gobler running right to me, I get my bow ready he doesnt even know im there, He slows, sturts, gobbles, and goes to strut once more slightly turning his body towards me at no more than ten yards. By this time my heart was beating steadaly somewhere in my throat. I draw back slowly just after i adjust the camera and let fly. Needless to say the bird walked away laughing probably similar to the dog on the original duck hunt game just laughing. I had missed at ten yards IDIOT!!!!!

It happens.At least it sounds you had fun!

A few years ago, I was hunting a small private ranch on a big slope. The turks tended to hang out near the top of the slope along the fence line. As I was walking back to the truck, I saw some hens through some bushes, in a small opening. Off to my right, I got a glimpse of a "jake and a half" stick his neck straight up and step behind a 8" dia tree trunk. The grass was 3" tall, and the tree was a few yards apart from any other trees or bushes, and only 2-4 yds from the crest of the ridge. I watched the tree for 10mins, thinking the jake would step out from behind and I would get a better look at him. Zip.

I waited another 6 mins, still zip. The hens drifted off and I waited some more. I couldn't see how a turkey could hide himself behind the tree and not show a feather or tail or something. I walked up to the tree and ZERO...no turkey. Then I looked into the pasture across the fence in the other property. I saw that same jake 30yds away headed away from me. He musta done a belly crawl keeping the tree between me and him until he crested the slight ridge.

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

Last year I set-up in a small clump of short pines in the middle of a field. I know the area well and never even have to call the birds there - I just know they use the field regularly. Just as the sun was coming up, I hear a gobble. The bird gobbles every 2 min and its grow louder. After about 10 minutes I see him appear at the edge of the field. He walks directly to my jake decoy and I realize he's a jake himself (about a 5" beard). He starts pecking the head of my jake, kicks the decoy repeatedly until it falls over, then he mounts the decoy. This goes on for 5 minutes and its only 20 yards away. Its only a jake so I didn't plan to shoot it.

A hen appear in the field about 70 yards from me and the jake leaves and walks to her. I saw them make (first time I'd seen Turkeys mate). About 30 minutes passed and I didn't no Tom presented it self, so I convinced myself if the Jake responds to my call and comes back, I'll shoot it.

Two clucks from my slate call and he came in on a string. Bang! It was a cool experience.

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!