Yes, I got my first turkey kill this last Thursday. Here's how it all went down. I left home at 4am Thurday headed to the farm to turkey hunt. I arrived at about 5:15 and quickly donned my gear and got on my golf cart and headed off to the woods. About 6am, the turkeys were gobbling everywhere. I picked out a close one and began my sneeky approach. After working him for a hour, he either moved or stopped gobbling because I didn't here him at all. I worked the woods for a while and gave up about 8:30 and headed back to the house for breakfast. I hung out talking turkey and watching some farming issues being taken care of. I was angry that I had left the woods and that the turkeys had quit gobbling so quick. We had one conversation about how a few turkeys hang out in one particular pasture everyday. We discussed how they use a line of trees as cover to cross between both sides of the fields. I set out to see if I could find one of the turkeys in that pasture. I found a nice spot with the woods to my left, pasture in front, and a line of cedars and a fence to my left. I burrowed down deep in the tall brush. I sat from about 10am until 11:30. I heard something rustling around in the leaves in the woods on my right. I froze up and damn near held my breath. Eventually, and hen came out and walked back into the woods. About 10 minutes later, she re-appeared and pecked at the ground and preened herself. I sat motionless for about 10 minutes as she slowly walked back to where she came. I was able to relax and move about to end the pain in my rump. I settled back down and heard some rustling in the woods again. I saw a flash of black in the brush. Moments later, 3 gobblers popped out of the woods, and seemed to be headed to the other side of the pasture. I looked at all three and decided that I would shoot the first one that presented itself in line with my gun barrel. The middle turkey popped his head up to look around and I fired at him. He fell down flapping. The first turkey ran off in a mad rush, and the third one jumped up in the tree above my head. I jumped up, pumped in another shell, and went over to end his life with my foot. I picked up my prize and headed back to the house, it was 12:30pm. Turns out he had a 12" beard and a 3/4" spurs. I was pretty proud of it. I forgot my digital camera, so I don't have any pictures yet.