Well, I took my step-brother, who has never turkey hunted and my father, who hasn't hunted in over 20 years and has never shot a turkey, out Saturday for a turkey hunt. I haven't been turkey hunting since I was in college about 14 years ago. We left my house at 5 am and got up to my land about 7:45. While we were unloading we could hear a couple way off gobbling. I pulled out a bunch of calls I had and noticed the glass call was cracked, but still sounded good to me. So we headed towards the gobbling. We walked, called, listen, repeat for about a mile. For the last 1/2 mile we hadn't heard any more turkey. I was starting to think we had missed out by getting there to late, when I heard a gobble. I had my dad and stepbrother follow me a short way down the road and to the other side of a field and gave another call. They gobbled again and sounded to be about a hundred yards away, so I set my father out front, my stepbrother towards me and me in the rear calling. Where I sat, I couldn't see much, there was a lot of grass blocking my view. My father and stepbrother, on the other hand, watched a great show. Two nice long beards came in in full show. I would give a couple clucks, they would gobble, strut, drum, the hole works. Well, my father got the shot at about 15 yards and killed his first turkey. It was also the first turkey ever killed that I called in. Here are a few pics of the results.