Hunting on a friend's property about 25 years ago. Two gobblers were on the ground walking away from me. They got into a bottom and began strutting and gobbling. I decided to get on the other side of them in hopes of a change of luck. After a 45 minute walk, I set up on the other side when I heard a dog bark in the direction of the birds. Next thing I hear is what sounds like a race horse running through the woods. Much to my surprise a 25 pound gobbler, with an 11.5 inch beard is standing 15 yards from me. I'll let you guess how this story ended.