Bass fishing has taken place of my turkey hunting for the most part for the past couple of seasons and I was looking forward to opening day. Long story short. This bird responded to my first call real close to camp and he sprinted that way real quick. I had to move quick but was in position when he stuck his head over the log. I only had to run 50 yards from where I slept that night and the dang thing rolled about 200 yards straight down the mountain after I ripped him. I had to holler for help and my hunting buddy had to drive the 4-wheeler down the mountain to recover me (out of mountain climbing shape). We didn't hear or see another bird all weekend! The bird ended up being a jake, not what I was after but I'll take it. First bird in 2 seasons-it was fun!