When the first thunderous gobble of the morning rattled down the pine tree covered hill to our south, Brenden McGuire's head snapped up. His eyes were as big as saucers. He'd never heard a wild turkey gobble before. It was a moment I trust he'll never forget.

Using my favorite custom slate call, I began a series of slow, soft, tree yelps. The gobblers couldn't take it. After each series, they answered more and more aggressively. At first it was two birds. Then three. Then four. Soon, six were sounding off to my deceptive invitations.

.The turkeys flew off their roost and hit the ground. For a few minutes I couldn't trigger a response, and began to fear the gobblers had headed in another direction. Those fears were quickly negated when two very close gobbles shattered the still, thick, morning air...