Sometimes scouting for turkeys can turn into a productive evening real quick. That was the case for my brother and myself. After stringing barbed wire for a new fence project, we headed out to check the new turkey hunting location. Time was short that evening so I was only going to grab my binoculars. Second thought, maybe I should throw in my shotgun and my turkey calls... just in case… We did not take the time to put on camo and hurried out before sunset took away our daylight. While driving by the property, I spotted two gobblers and a hen in an open pasture near a pond. We parked the truck and sneaked in behind the pond dam and set up next to a tree. This would be all the camo we needed. I hit my old reliable box call and the big birds answered. Within minutes they were coming into view and I knew we had to close the deal. The first bird moved in with the caution of an old wise gobbler as his partner showed off his majestic full strut. Their feathers glistened like gold in the setting sun as the distance closed. I softly touched the call one more time and as the a thundering gobbles woke up the evening air the birds moved within 20 yards. My brother claimed his first turkey, an 11” inch paint brush beard with 1” inch spurs. I harvested the second bird who also had 1” spurs to go with his 9” beard. I will always remember the first turkey I shot and it was fun to be with my brother when he shot his first turkey in his blue overalls.