It was a great day to be in the woods, Light winds low 40's and quiet, very quiet.
That was until the gobblers flew down up on the ridge just out of sight. The minute they hit the ground they started fighting, purring, clucking and gobbling. Then the hens started in just down the hill from me and they really got to going. It probably lasted for a half hour or better.
Soon after the calmed down some this is what popped out in the clearing, blurry pick sorry. They were on a mission and blew right by me so fast I never had a chance for a shot.