We never actually saw the gobbler until he was right in our laps. Along the central California coast, my wife, Cheryl, and I had heard gobbling down in a little oak-studded hollow. We made a big circle, set up 40 yards back from the drop-off’s lip and started calling. When three big longbeards popped over the edge, they were already in range. One ended up riding in the truck.
Memo to prospective turkey hunters: If you think you can sneak along through open or semi-open country willy-nilly and
