On Friday morning I had planned to get up well before daylight and head over to a nearby farm that I have permission to hunt. As usual, I was running behind and hopped in my truck a little after 6:00am. In just a few minutes I was at the farm I hunt. 
Daylight had arrived and I began to wonder if I had missed my opportunity to see or hear a turkey. My conversation the night before with my wife was that I would love to harvest a turkey and be home before my boys went to school. My oldest son always wants to know if I see or got anything. As the season before ended he had hopes for me this season. Upon entering the opening to the first field, I called a couple of times with no answer. I eased on down the tree line to a break between fields and called once again. No answer. As I waited about fifteen minutes and called a couple of more I decided to head back to the truck and try a different spot. With my call, decoy, and gun I walked back to the truck imagining a gobbler in full strut. After driving several hundred yards to a different location I decided to shut off my engine prior to rounding the last curve before the area where I park. As I coasted about thirty yards out of a heavily wooded area to a small patch of woods, I could see into the field in front of me. Something caught my eye as I spotted movement around 175 yards from me on a knoll between the fields. The truck eased to a stop and I realized that this it was a turkey. The turkey turned and walked over the knoll in the opposite direction. Well again I thought if only I had been here sooner, maybe…… As soon as that thought passed through my mind, I could see the turkey was not completely out of site. I grabbed my 
Dad’s old Browning shotgun, three turkey load 2 ¾ shells, put on my gloves, put on my facemask, got settled and watched. There is an old path that is made from tractors and other vehicles that go in and out of the fields. The night before on Realtree Outdoors, David Blanton had used a road bed and a decoy to lure in a big gobbler. I remembered this and watched the make shift trail or road to see what would happen. I did not have time to put out the decoy so I was hoping he would walk the path. The turkey moved around a little bit and then began to move toward me. A few moments later he was coming straight to me. My heart was racing as I could hear another bird gobbling in the distance. As he moved closer I could make out a beard on this turkey. I never touched my call, I just sat and watched. In about five minutes the turkey was only thirty yards out and a little to my left. I shoot left handed and would have had to shift a little for the shot, so I just waited.
