We were hunting on the next to the last day of the next to the last week of the season. Kevin had gotten his tom the morning before. We were on the way to where we were going to set up when we heard toms gobbling all over the area. We dropped below the edge of the hill and went way down and around the end of the field and came up a wash out to get just below the dam.

Kevin went to the woods edge, and I crawled to a log pile by the pond. Kevin started to call about 20 yards behind me. I peeked over the logs and there were some jakes with a big tom right behind them heading for my decoy. The picture tells the rest of the story.