Hunting today started like any other outing. Early morning drive out to dunnville. A long walk out to my blind, and a lot of sitting. Only saw 1 bird that had snuck in behind me and took off flying when I stepped out of the blind for a break. Then after a few hours out of no where there is a loud gobble in the bush very close. I reply with a very short Yelp, and within a minute 2 Tom's walk out of the bush at about 60 yards. They gobble and start heading across the field like my decoy isn't even there. I call to them and they stop, but slowly are making their way away from me. With some clucking and purring they finally stop and stare for a while, but again never getting closer. They are at about 80 yards now. Then they turn and head back to the woods they came out of. At this point I am desperate to keep their attention and have them come closer, so I start excitedly cutting and dont stop. This brings them back in to about 60 yards, but then the first one hops into the thick bush. I figure this is my last chance, so I take aim and fire at the second bird who is still in the field, and he dropped like a ton of bricks. I have been hunting for 3 years, and this is my first successful hunt. 10" beard, 1 3/8" spurs. Looking forward to having him for supper!