The thunderstorm was just a memory when we heard the first turkey gobble. A series of owl hoots and crow shock calls had elicited no response and any gobble is better than none, no matter how far away. Twenty minutes later we stopped on the way up another ridge. We had to be close. Suddenly we heard turkey sounds.
Angry turkey sounds.
Two toms were fighting just beyond a hill to the east. They couldn't have been more than 100 yards away. When the fighting stopped, Jim yelped on his slate call and a gobbler answered. Quickly we set up with our backs to a tree. Jim yelped again and the turkey gobbled.