Turkey.........I'm not a turkey hunter. Usta like to hunt them w/ my .40 in the fall , but the Pa. Blame Comm. said NOOOO , someone might get shot. YEA , Like mebby TOM the turkey??? I go do it anyway........Ok , the inadvertant turkey hunt. We were hunting grouse , next to the old Mud Turnpike , Fayette Co. Pa. , just north of the Mason Dixon Line boundary , between Pa. , and W. Va.. I was told to meet my Dad , and his friend on top of a hill where an old log skid road started. I was tired , and sat down on the down hill side of a huge oak tree. It was windy but I hoped a squirrel would sacrifice it's life while I waited. At age 12 , , my Dad gave me my very own old used turkey box call signed by some famous turkey hunter I never heard of. Being bored as well , I started to call yalk , yalk , Yalk , etc.. This went on for a couple mins. , and no answer , but I figured the wind was so strong , no bird would hear me anyway. So , I got on my knees to get on my feet , and nearly crapped when I saw the biggest gobbler , not 10 ft. from me on the other side of the huge oak tree where I sat calling. He was just as suprised as me , and flopped around until he got his bearings to take off. Never got a shot at him , and the experience disallusioned me as I thought....."There ain't nothin' to this turkey calling." Yea , right , Dunce Boy..........oldwood