Okay! Okay! I think I'm ready to talk about it now.
They had been using strut zones within the timber and were henned up, so my plan was to slip in there very early. As I was easing into position, I looked up and realized that I was 20 yds. from a roosted gobbler. I could only ease into a seated position, against a bare cedar, and wait. As the sun came up, I learned that I was in the middle of 6 roosted gobblers! The boss was strutting on the limb, 60 yds. away. It was spectacular!
Iowa law allows you to shoot on the limb during legal hours, but I will not do it. I had to see what he was going to do when he flew down. The boss came down first and began to strut his was to my set-up. Then the closer gobbler dropped down right in front of me. I stood out like a sore thumb at that range and he began to run to the right. Bad angle! I shot right over his head and he flew. I turned back just in time to see the boss tom also in flight. If I had eaten breakfast, I'd have lost it right there.
But hey, I cannot complain. While tough, this season had given me several big pieces of breast meat, some awesome memories, and a lot of hard earned lessons. It's all good. I've still got a couple of weekends. Who knows?