Quietly, you shut the door to your truck.  You ease your way to the top of an old oak point.  You arrive, just on time.  You and your hunting buddy stand silently in the darkness.  A whippoorwill sounds off down the hollow.  Next to you, a dogwood is in the early stages of blooming.  The first rays of light break through the clouds to reveal a magnificent sunrise.  You haven’t seen or even heard a turkey yet, but somehow the morning is already special.  As you take in nature’s beauty, a booming gobble brings you back to reality.  Hustling over a couple ridges, you set up your decoys in the perfect opening.  Your hunting partner and you grab a pair of mature oaks 20 yards away.  Putting on your facemask and loading your gun, the old tom continues to sound off from what you guess to be 100 yards.  You reach into your vest and pull out your call.  A couple soft clucks are all you can muster before he cuts you off with a thunderous response.  You turn to your buddy and give him thumbs up.  It’s only fly-down time, and it’s already a Magic Morning.