When I went out to talk to them before they left they told me there was a turkey gobbling out behind our house. The conversation ended when he sounded off again. I grabbed my stuff and headed out the back door, in such a hurry that I forgot to put a belt on my hunting pants. Tried to find a spot where I could see and made some calls. Got some gobbles back, but it seemed like they wouldn't come any closer. So I texted my neighbor for permission to hunt on his property and they got back to me quick saying it's fine. So I backed out, walked around and set up in the shade of some scrub oak. Texted the wife, checked facebook, clucked, texted my brother, checked instagram, heard a gobble, called, almost fell asleep, called, gobble, called, gobble, there's a Jake, end of hunt. Just like that I had some meat for a couple of meals and a lot of feathers to play with at the vise. This may have to become a tradition.
Hope you're as lucky,