I missed a bird this spring with my new-used Mossberg 835 and its front and middle bead sights. I'd called a whole flock to me in some thick, brushy woods, and the boss hen brought a pile of turkeys with her to challenge the bird she thought she heard. She came to 10 or 15 yards with a string of turkeys behind her and a gobbler bringing up the rear. There was always another turkey or too many branches between me and the tom. Finally, the hen decided there was nothing to see there—I should have put out a decoy, but in such thick woods I had thought why?—and she turned to leave. All of the other turkeys turned, too, and it was time to find a hole in the brush and shoot or let the gobbler walk. I shot. He didn't walk, he ran.