Twenty years ago, on a Friday morning, I heard gobbling on the other end of a farm I hunted. It was coming from the corner of a big field, and I was stuck on the other side. When I got where I could see birds, there were 15 buzzards pecking around a deer carcass 200 yards from me. I saw another buzzard coming in to land, and as soon as he hit the ground three longbeards took off after him gobbling like crazy.
I had to get to work and didn't have time to try moving around the field. Next morning, I brought my son back, and we set up not far from that carcass. That was our first double.