Killed my biggest bird this morning,started out not hearing anything so I went to an area I haven’t been in this year,I stopped about 100 yards from a foodplot in some big thinned pines you can see a long ways through and yelped a few times and didn’t hear anything,I get in the truck and pull down to the foodplot and get all my stuff on and walk across to the other side of the plot to a road that cuts through the woods to a powerline,i Yelp and one answers me down the hill,i ease down the road 50 yards and check him and he answered in the bottom and i was thinking he was 75-100 yards away in the bottom so I ease down the road and was gonna just get on a tree right there and before I could get there I walked up on some hens about 30 yards into the thinned pines,I freeze and when they go back to pecking I ease down to my knees,a minute later I see the gobbler strutting and he’s going to my right,the hens have gotten within 15 yards of me but there’s a dirt mound between us so they don’t see me,a minute later the gobbler steps into a thinned row and he picks me out,he had already stretched his neck out was making those nervous steps like he was about to get out of there so I raise up and pop him before he has the chance,hunt took probably 5 minutes total,he had 11” beard and right at 1 1/2” spurs,probably the fastest hunt I’ve ever been on