First couple weeks of the CA season have been tough for me and my hunting partner/girlfriend but it finally came together yesterday. Got a call on Monday from a buddy that is new to hunting and some birds had started roosting behind his house. Asked if we wanted to try to get on them on Saturday so we said sure. Showed up Friday put the birds to bed, all that I knew about their pattern was that they ended up across the street. There were 2 routes I thought they would take so Saturday morning we set up on one of them with his girlfriend and mine under one tree and my buddy and I hidden in a pile of cut wood. Birds came down from the roost and milled around about 150 yards from us and took the other route off the property. We tried to get around them before they left but it wasn't happening so we went to breakfast, came back and built a couple blinds on the route they took for the next day. I was feeling pretty confident that we could kill at least 2, there were 10 toms and 6 jakes in the bunch of 35 birds that were out there. Showed up Sunday morning and our friends didn't want to get out of bed and told us to have at it. It was misty and gray but the roost was nonstop gobbling for 45 minutes before flydown. Hens were very vocal also. Then the whole roost plopped down right in front of us. Had to wait about 10 minutes for a shot because the DSD hen and jake were getting beat up by real hens and jakes but when my girlfriend had a clear shot at the closest tom I told her to take it and I shot at a Tom that was at about 30 yards that I had a clear lane at. Both over 10" beards and 1 3/16" spurs on mine, 1 1/16" on hers. Our friends were bummed and learned that when you think you have them figured out you need to go. Will try to get them each a bird on Saturday morning.