Opening morning in Ky was this past Saturday. Walking through the field at 5 am and birds were already gobbling. I guess because it was a full moon and so bright. I set up on a ridge where i have seen them pitch down and then go off my property to another guy. Sure enough that didn't happen. After fly down i had one responding to my call almost all morning but he was with a hen and across another property. We played the stand off calling for a while but i guess it didn't make her mad enough to come investigate. At 9 or so it sounded like he was coming back to my property but further East then where he roosted. At 9:30 i decided to go that direction. I walked into one of my fields and was standing in some thick CRP in case something was ahead of me in the field. I kept hearing rustling to my left on the ridge so decided to hit my slate. 2 hammered where i heard the rustling. They were about 50 yards in or so. I belly crawled through the thick stuff and sat in the edge of it. I hit my slate again and they rang my ears they were so close. They stepped into the wood line and i missed at 10 freaking steps. Ticks me off!!!
Ended up coming high left. Did not catch him till he jumped up on a log at my 9:30 position 
. Gun was in ready position on my knee, pointed at 12:00, which is where I figured him to come. Stood there scanning for at least a minute, then stepped down and started down to me. Open between me and him with a few small saplings. Nothing big enough for me to reposition on him. Figured I'd let him come as close as he was willing to, giving me time to spin quick on him and be able to get on his neck when he seen the movement and started to run. At 33 steps he stopped and got nervous. Made my move. He ran straight away back up through saplings. Instead of just letting him run off, I tried to thread a shot through a small opening, like an unethical idiot 
