No news gotta be able to hear how the calls sound. Must really hate that gobbler to have so many shotguns. Got a good collection after ten years of hunting you'll have at least 3 gun safes.
In the fall of 2009 I went to Alaska to hunt Coastal Brown Bear with my brother, who lives in SE Alaska. My brother's scope got bent and we had to swap out scopes. While he was sighting in the new scope, I was doing stuff in the boat and I needed to take a number 2, so I headed to the edge of the beach and squated down in the Alder bushes to do my business. My brother thought that I was still doing stuff in the boat. He decides he needs to do his business as well. He leaves his rifle on the beach and heads for the Alders. I saw him coming! When he got about 25 yards from the Alders I reached out with both hands a grabbed the branches and started shaking them violently while growling like a bear as loud as I could. My brothers eyes went from olives to pie plates as he stumbled, back peddling, and fell. I was laughing so hard that if I hadn't already been squated I would have crapped myself! Incidentally, my brother did! He got even with me the next day. We found an old abondoned cabin and I thought, I might as well take care of business while I have such a great opportunity. I went inside the outhouse to do my business. As I was undoing my pants, the floor of the old rotten outhouse gave way and I fell in! There was devils club all around and everything I could grab to help myself out either had nails in it or was devils club, so I needed help to get out. My brother opted not to help me out until after he took pictures. Both were very crappy experiences......