Our season closed last Saturday.

Got out at 5 am where I was pretty sure a bird was roosted.  Turns out there were three gobblers roosted there.  Could NOT get them to come in, some hens out there too.  For 2 hours I worked my way around the strut area, doing everything I knew.  Finally set up about 150 yards out along a field edge hoping the hens would go sit and the Toms would come pay me a visit.  I'm looking down the field edge towards them, concentrating, when all of a sudden I get this feeling like I'm being watched.  Turn my head and a gobbler had snuck up on me from behind, silent, and was about 15 feet away.

He jumped and putted, I had a heart attack, by the time I got over my shock and even could bring my gun around he was in the next county.

As I told the wife after I tagged that bird on Day 2 of the season, at least the pressure was off and I know I'm not going to get shut out this year.