The best year I ever had was the year before last. Didn't kill one but heard and saw them almost every time.There seems to be no limit to ways to screw the deal up. Once I went out and was messing around in the evening because I was bored. Low and behold one gobbled so I sat down on the side of the road. Never saw him so I got up to leave and he took off from behind some bushes about 20 yards away. You learn from your mistakes. I should have a doctorate in turkey hunting.