Funny story!
So my buddy whom has never hunted turks before invited me up to his camp to spend the evening and hunt his property in the a.m. "Camp" mind you, is a single-wide...a bit ghetto but def serves its purpose.
So 415 arrives and he decides he's stayin' in bed...not a big surprise seeing he rocked most of my Torpedo 12 pack

. So I go out solo and after a cpl hrs of very distant gobbles and nothing really of interest, I head back to "camp" to wake "sleepyhead" and see wassup.
I wake him and after a few I was restless and walked outside and randomly called a bit hoping something would respond..of course nothing did.
I went back in and grabbed some coffee and we were formulating a gameplan when my buddy says "Justin! There are turks headed this way!"
Now thankfully we left the front door open so I got my gun rdy and crouched at the opening, waiting for them to get closer.
This went on for almost an hour. 3 hens were about 25 yds away. One long beard was about 75 yds away while a monster Tom was about 100 away.
His son calls from their house at the bottom of the hill and says there's a HUGE flock headed towards the camp! We looked at ea. other and said "There's more comin'?" YAHOO!
So they all come runnin' towards us but the ones in front of me wouldn't come closer but some of them split and started heading around to the other end of the trailer where my friend was. That heathen slid open the window in his bedroom, laid dwn in bed, pressed his barrel against the screen window and blasted a big ol' 22lb Tom with a 9" beard but the amzing thing was the size of the spurrs! 1 1/2" and 1 5/8" !!!!
So his first bird and he NEVER even called, thank goodness lol, and he NEVER donned camo and he NEVER stepped foot outside!!!!
He'll have a nice turkey mount as well as a baseball-sized hole in the screen to remember this forever! Classic!!!