Had an epic morning yesterday. Met up with with my bubby Sneaky Pete, whom had never got a turkey, about 5:20. geared up quick as some birds had already started gobbling across the road from the farm we hunt. From the distance they sounded I knew if this was the only option it was going to be a tough ask. Got my gear on fast and walked up by the vacant house and gave a couple hoots. Got an immediate response back by a clover field 400 yards behind house. Ran down and got Sneaky and b-lined for the now firing bird. Got in and set up about 100yards from the roost in between the bird and field. Soon enough another bird started hammering, double and triple gobbling putting on quite the show. Sneaky being left handed set up 25 yards to my right. I liked the setup and gave a couple tree yelps and purrs. The birds flew down and circled in coming from my 10 o'clock. Didn't have to call much, just a few yelps and clucks because they were coming and letting us know it. It seemed like an eternity but eventually I caught movement, 2 birds, both mature. Cha-ching! They slowly worked in to about 35 yards, one strutter putting on a drumming show and lighting up the woods. They hung up there well in range for me but just a bit much for Pete, who again was about 25 yards farther from them than me. After a few minutes they looked like they had had about enough so I dropped the strutter. I immediately started cuttin as hard as I could and the other who ran about 20 yards on my shot turned and charged right back in to about 15 yards in front of me, giving Sneaky Pete a 40 yd crack at his first bird. 10 1/2" beard 1 1/8" spurs on my bird and Pete's had beards, yes beards of 10 1/4" and 7 1/2" with 1" spurs. All and all a morning I won't soon forget.