Turkey hunting breeds stories of frustration. I don't remember if I already told this one here...
I was watching a tom pick his way along a fence line. I was on the edge of the woods and I knew when he got to the intersection of the fence and the woods, he'd be right at my max range - so I had to wait.
I was ready. He was 5 yards away from where I was going to plug him - and seemingly for no reason - he took off running. What did I do wrong?
5 minutes later I hear a 4-wheeler fire up down the valley. It was my dad. He told me he was going to get out of his blind at 4:00 PM sharp, which turned out to be 5 yards before too soon.
And the best part was when we I got back to camp. He asks me, "Did you ever see that tom that was working its way up the valley towards you?"