Dad and I got out to do some turkey hunting together one morning a few years back. I was primarily just going along to call for him, but ended up shooting this bird when he insisted I do so. We set up first thing in between 4 jakes and this tom, all of which gobbled their heads off on the roost. When they hit the ground, they met, and the gobbler pounded the jakes into submission. A few soft yelps on my mouth call, and they ran full bore at us. I killed the tom 5 minutes after legal shooting time, and we were back in bed early. Obviously this picture was taken later after we woke up. Notice the sweat pants. Classy right?