First bird down, first time out. Thanks in no small part to all theose who put up with my questions. Thanks. I thought it was going to be a wasted day, how it all started this morning. I got my car stuck in a sink hole in the road. Ever push (not drive) a crappy Saturn out of a sink hole? things were pulled. Then it was a couple of hours of "runnin" but no "gunnin." I finally settled on the edge of a field that I've seen turkeys in at dusk a short while ago. I didn't hear anything all morning and got nothing from owl/crow calling. I just sat down and gave a couple of yelps and waited. gobble gobble! Holy crap! Inside, I was screaming like a 12 year old girl at a Hanna Montanna concert. Outside, just the evil grin. a quick cut and another gobble. 2 jakes came right for me. I dropped the bigger of the 2. here's the sad part...I was so excited to get him home and in the oven (not freezer!) that I forgot to weigh him!!!!! so since I can't tell that he WASN'T... he was a 400lb jake. the pic is not the best. I got a new camera last night...
gobble to gun, about 20 min.
Thanks again for the advice everyone. Tomorrow I'm going to get either his buddy, or his daddy!