Been just pounding the back dusty roads for the first two days of hunting. Seems every new place we try there are just no birds on the properties yet, unlike previous years where there's always an abundant of birds. Been a real odd start to the season. What was suppose to be an early evening, unexpected dinner at my sons house, and a little fishing for my son, turned to be a Turkey hunt. Had full intensions of hitting the roads looking for where the birds were on various properties, trying to establish plans for a following morning hunt. Well, needless to say, that never happened. While both my sons were fishing, I had walked up to the truck momentarily. I was then immediately hustled (yelled at) by my son to get my gear on cause a long beard just rang out in the woods behind his pond. I had everything in the truck but my clothing, it was back at the house. He found me a pair of camo pants (they were a bit snug around the waist and I informed him I may pop the button LOL), a long sleeve camo shirt and even instructed me to put the muck boots he had set out for me, all in a matter of seconds! Hell, he was dressed and ready for the sprint to the woods before me. We got to an old deer blind, he stroke the call and nothing. We then got to the fields edge and another call produced a distant gobble, maybe 100 yards deep. We cautiously moved another 30 yards and hunkered down behind a dead fall. This bird was coming, and coming quick. After laying eyes on him he walked right past us at 70 or so yards, he was heading due South to the freshly planted food plot my son just put in. He stayed in the woods, never hitting the field and Brendon called back and forth, mixing it up real nice making it sound like there were two different hens, using two different glass calls. That bird must of sat out there for 15 minutes, gobbling well over 40 times. I told Brendon to keep calling and get aggressive, being so early in the evening, he'd come sooner or later to gather these hens before bedtime. The plan worked beautifully, we new he was coming as the gobbles became closer and louder. He soon walked into view and we had eyes on him. He'd walk closer, heading on a diagonal right to us, stopping every few steps proudly displaying and spitten with every step. He closed the gap and walked right through a window of opportunity at 25 yards. I'll say without hesitation, LUCK was on our side on this hunt, and I'll take it! Great time afield with my son and a hunt to remember. Easton's up to bat come Sunday, no baseball! Both spurs taped 1 5/8 inch WOW!