Got up this morning at 3:00. Bound and determined to make my way up to a huge high knob I found a couple to three weeks ago. After a lot of huffing and puffing I make my way to where I thought I wanted to be. At daylight I quickly realized I was in the wrong spot although the birds were gobbling like mad. So I decided to sit there for a couple hours. That was until a old man pulled up behind me on a four-wheeler and started to sneak up on my decoys. I looked behind my tree and yelled really loud " stop" don't shoot" I'm a human"...he stopped and we talked and he left for another ridge. I decided to pack up and move further on over about 600 yards on the knob. I was not set up 5 minutes when 3 gobbled about 200 yards from me on over below the ridge, so I grabbed my glass pot and purple heart striker and gave 3 soft yelps. They hammered immediately! and then hammered again! then one just could not take it and doubled and tripled gobbled. He was 200 yards, then 150, then 100, then 50, closing ground fast! I stopped yelping and thumbed the safety off my 500 And got ready. Then at 30 yards on my right side he thundered a gobble that shook me, and then here he came in full strut making a bee line for my new Jake and hen decoys. His head turned different colors and he was mad as hell, he jumped up and ninja kicked my Jake decoy right off the stake and started pecking and flogging it at 20 steps I couldn't take it no longer..BOOM!!! my 500 roared and absolutly pounded him! What a beautiful day! Hell yeah!!!!