The loud double-gobble broke the silence of the pre-dawn air, with adrenalin raising the hair on my forearms and instantly increasing my heart rate. Without hesitation I knew I needed to close the distance as fast and quietly as I could before the roosted gobbler decided to drop down and walk away with his hens. It was opening day for New Jerseys Spring Gobbler season and I was excited for 2 reasons. First, I simply can't get enough of chasing Gobblers. It's in my blood and part of who I am. And secondly, it is by far the single most fun fly tying material excursion of the year.