When we hunted in MS, we had a small tract of land closer to our camp that we could hunt but had only seen birds in there a handful of times. Normally they were across the road in the bigger tract next to the forest.
Well one season we were pulling into the camp the afternoon before the opener and saw a tom and two hens out past the camp a hundred yards or so.
The next morning, my dad wakes up about an hour earlier than normal, walks outside, grabs two 2x4 pieces and slams them together on the porch. A bird sounds off and he doesn't sound far. He leans his head back in the camper and says, we are hunting behind the camp this morning. He ended up killing the bird that morning not long after daybreak when he pitched down off the roost.