I took a man out this morning. First time we have hunted together, had a good time. There is no way I would have rolled out of bed to chase turkeys on a rainy, windy day like today if we had not already made plans. He admitted the same. Anyway, we went. After walking a mile or so, we got one gobbling. I'm fairly familiar with this piece of ground and had a good idea where the bird would wind up. Luckily, I was right. We circled, made a call and he gobbled less than 100 yards from us. We got set up only to have a hen lead him off. So, we circled again as I figured they were heading down into bottomland fields. I was right, but we walked right up to within 20 yards before seeing them. He gone. Covered more ground but couldn't get anymore to gobble. Heck when we got back to my house we had a hard time getting Mason's pet turkey to gobble, and he will usually gobble at a fart! Some days they just don't want to play. Even at that, it was a good time, no hunters or turkeys were hurt. Good morning.