The morning of our hunt started out quiet in the woods. The week before, the turkeys had been hammering on the roost, but this morning we heard maybe three gobbles from what we suspected were the same two birds. After a while of not hearing anything else we headed their direction. Being in rugged north Alabama, we had to hike up a hill where we sat, waited and called. For about an hour, we heard nothing. It was a chilly morning, which I took for granted at that point in the season.