I had the privilege to hunt this weekend and of course I was ready to go. After the storms blew out yesterday I struck a bird and climbed what seemed like the steepest hills in North America only to discover there was a body of water between us. To my dismay he absolutely gobbled his brains out and his buddy a ways down the ridge joined in. I realized later that there was a bend in the river and I could have crossed on him had I paid more attention. I set out to find the actual ridge he was on. Found it with no problem and developed my plan of attack for the next morning. I had this one right where I wanted him! ( Never say that turkey hunting). I woke up early from camp and drove on over to my spot and laid the seat back. As I wake from my brief nap and start to head out for my surprise attack. I somehow hit the panic button on my key fob! I keep hitting the lock button on my door? I felt like Barney Fife! I finally realized hit the red button again. This turkey has no clue I am anywhere near! Lol. I get to my listening spot thinking this will be great, I am going to be right above him . Crow flies over, he cuts loose, you guessed it. He is on the other side of the river about 100 yards from the trail I had walked in on the day before! I think to myself you have looked at the map, get over there. As I am going down a hill so steep I feel like I need a rope to tie off on, I start to question myself. I get to the bottom and look up , reality hits . The hill is steep as a horses face and there is 3 just like it to climb before I hit the trail. I finally get to where I want to be , legs burning, sweat pouring, glasses fogging and he has quit gobbling! I call, nothing. Move call again nothing. I ease down the trail nice and slow as I can't believe he is gone. I cluck on my slate, Booom he cuts me off. He is 80 /100 yards, I get off the side of the trail thinking he will surely strut this so I can see him. I wait, wait, yelp real light and scratch some leaves , he hammers closer . I get ready, after a while I hear the sound we all love, drumming, my gun is pointed down the old road bed but of course he is coming through the the thick pines above me as I see his big white head telescoping and looking. When he drops his head to strut, I move my gun. When he comes back up and gets a little closer , I got on him and that was the end. I then walked the 1.75 miles back out on the trail I had walked in on the day before, hit the road and walked over a mile back to my truck. Worth every minute of it! Lol