For some reason, all the toms you can't call in before, start gobbling like crazy when you are just crunching through the timber. I was carrying my shotgun while mushroom hunting on the last 3 hours, of the last sunday of turkey season, and was serenaded the whole time by gobbles. The more brush I crashed through, the more frenzied the noise. I know from experience, and since these are public hunting turkeys, that as soon as I called back, silence would ensue. And I have killed a few this way, once I just rustled some leaves, and a big tom rushed in to his demise. I ignored them until my way back, where I made less noise, but did not don my mask or other camo items. Stepping out of a plowed field into the dense forest, the leaves crunched loudly, and the crazy gobbling hit about 1, every 30 seconds. I saw some nice shrooms, and put down my gun to pick them up, making noise with every step. A booming gobble was coming from an adjacent ridge, maybe 400yards, up and down, or 150 straight across. I got my gun, and stepped into a huge new oak deadfall, just then I heard a biped running up from the bottom of the ravine, and shouldered my Beretta pintail mag, at the only opening facing the ditch, and played freeze tag.After about 3 minutes, I had heard no more, but the ever present gobbler on the other hill, I blinked my eyes, to kind of check my sighting, and when I opened them, there was a bright red ball and stake, floating next to the thick underbrush. It took at least a second, for me to verify my vision and confirm the shot, I had to move my barrel about an inch left. Even though he had not fully cleared the brush, I was shooting Hevi-shot, and he had no chance. About 30 yards away, I blasted, and he dropped out of sight, and I ran around the pile so I could see him, at that point I heard flapping and wondered if i just maimed him, and he was running. But he was just flopping all the way down the ravine, in his death throes. Just a jake, a nice sized one, though. I wish I was good, but it is a blast being lucky!