Last Saturday was opener in Nebraska with 40 mph gusts. Got there around 7 am and heard ZERO gobbles until 330, when it died down a little. Whacked one shortly after that was fired up with his buddy. Tented in the pasture and woke up listening to gobbles and it kept up the rest of the day. Elected to leave the gun in the truck and call for my buddy. Was bringing one in and he decided to move around the tree and spooked it. Then one was coming on a rope and acted like a coyote circling downwind. If i had a gun I couldve shot him but my buddy couldnt get a clear shot on it. What a difference a day made.