Ok, to set this up... This was my daughter's third year to go turkey hunting with me. I'd been able to call up a gobbler for her every trip but either the bird wouldn't come in close enough for her 20 ga or dad would screw up and scare him off. This particular day I had called one up with hens and I misjudged the distance he was from her and her 20 ga just peppered him and he ran off then went right back into full strut with his hens. I called another one in but he too wouldn't come any closer than 50 yards so I wouldn't let her shoot seeing what just happened earlier. He ultimately walked off when he found a real hen. We'd finally decided to call it a day and were headed back to the truck. I stopped about half way and hit the box call one last time. Heard a gobble and he was coming fast. We had to dive in a ditch and this guy came running down the road we had just been walking on. It was my first time ever getting one of her hunts on video and I have a long way to go to be a better film maker but I'm glad I got what I did on video and being able to witness the range of emotion she went thru that day. From sadness and anger with the ones that got away, from wanting to give up and hating turkey hunting, to thinking she'd never get a turkey to the thrill and pure joy of finally connecting on a bird after a long day of walking.
Excuse the bad calling but I was out of breath and could barely keep my mouth call in.