Anybody out there have the privilege of taking part in the very first day of spring gobbler season in PA; how about you're experiences that season? I remember it like it was yesterday. A co-worker and I were on a 20 minute drive to a honey hole and I was teaching Dan how to call on a Lynch box as I was driving down the highway at 4:00 AM. I instructed "do three yelps like this, put the call down and sit and watch for him coming in". I was already an ardent fall turkey caller; Dan never hunted turkeys before and bought his Lynch box call the day before at 4:00 PM. Both of us killed long beards that day before 7:00 AM. On the way home I remember complaining about the Game Commission's lack of common sense in adopting this new season and possibly wiping out the entire turkey population. This was a time before turkey hunting TV shows, "how to" videos, camo for civilians, compound bows, shotgun chokes that fit inside the barrels, mouth calls, aging gobblers, looking for full fans, the NWTF, jakes were just turkeys with shorter beards, and I could go on and on. Anybody else remember 1968?