My personal best stalk was on a gang of turkeys in the fall. A new snow had left about 2 inches when I came upon their tracks. It was one of those late fall days when muzzleloading deer season and turkey season coincide. I had my deer rifle, a Jim Chambers flintlock longrifle, 44" swamped barrel, .50 caliber. When I found the tracks, they were extremely fresh, the air still, but I could not detect the sound of contented birds scratching for acorns. After an hour of following the tracks (I figured there were about 10 birds), I saw them before they saw me. They were just crossing a low ridge. That last few minutes are the ones I dream about still today. They were talking to each other and scratching. A perfect overcast day with light snow. Crawling on my belly, I occasionally caught a glimpse of a bobbing head and realized they had changed directions and coming toward me at an angle. I lay in the snow and waited. One big hen scratched her way into a spot where very little movement was needed to align the sights at the base of her neck. Distance was about 30 yards. At the crack of the rifle, a lot more than 10 turkeys took flight, obscured somewhat by the cloud of white smoke from my Goex load of 70 grains. I didn't see the one I'd shot at. Didn't know how I might have missed. The spark of the new flint and the report of the rifle was simultaneous. After walking to where they'd been, I saw her spread out on the snow, her neck broken. A 20lb. bird. That was the one and only turkey I have managed to take after a stalk and not using a call. A great day and a tasty meal.