Stories of old

So here is my favorite turkey hunting story.
It was a rainy, windy morning and most people decided to stay in bed, I was foolish and decided to get dressed and go out.
By the time I was back in the woods where I knew there was birds, I was soaked head to toe and cold but set up anyway.  As it got light out, the wind and rain slowed down but still not a good morning.  Then the fun began, I heard a gobble about 50 yards in front of me still in the tree, I was set up perfectly, just hoped he would fly out of the tree the right way and soon as I was getting really cold at that point.  After about an hour of him calling in the tree and me not being able to see him, I had three hens walk right past me and started talking and feeding.  Then I saw him fly down and start coming my way.  Thinking this was going to be the easiest hunt ever, no calling on my part needed.  I watched him come closer could see he was a nice tom and got ready, as I turned so very little to get the gun in the right direction for the shot another gobbler that had come in behind me sound off and scarred me.
 
No bird killed that day due to them seeing me but what fun, birds all around me and two nice gobblers in the area.
Couple days later went back in and did get one of those birds.
 
Good luck out there.