Last season, I got on the same public land gobbler two days in a row. He was deep in unfamiliar timber, and he drifted away in the same direction both mornings. I ran out of days to hunt him, and mostly forgot about him until the other day, when I was nosing around on Google Earth. I zoomed in on the ridge where he was roosting and immediately noticed a secluded hay field 300 yards away. Had I known that field was there last year, I would’ve come in from a different route and killed that turkey, because I know damn well that’s where he was going after fly-down.