You have hunted an old gobbler for 4 hours and are set up on a field in his roosting area. He isn't talking, you are blind calling hoping to catch him going to bed. Just before dark, he sneaks up within 5-10 ft behind your tree. You hear a twig snap. About that time he lets out a booming gobble. Scares the chit out you, you holler "holy chit! WTF!" and then turn to see him gaining altitude up through the pine limbs. You throw a XXX full choke full of 3.5" #6's in his direction on a prayer and frustration, then throw your gun, your vest, and whatever is within arms reach, cuss, then swear off turkey hunting.
