Day 16 hurt my feelings, and I wasn't even there. Few things worse in the turkey woods than the feeling of having one come running up and sitting himself on the proverbial tee and then not getting to kill him. That hunt was a PRIME example of why hunting, and specifically picking a spot to setup, mountain turkeys can be so frustrating. No matter if you do everything exactly right, he always has a way to beat you over the head with the terrain features all around you. My heart sank (caught myself mumbling "kill him, kill him, kill him!") when that turkey came running up in there, craned that neck, yanked that head back a little to get a better look, and the gun still hadn't gone off. There was zero doubt he had smelled a rat when he didn't see a hen in those wide open woods and that it was game over. That sucked.