My father-in law and I went out on Saturday morning. We put up a blind on Friday evening in anticipation of the storms. We got to the blind at 5 am on Saturday morning in Jefferson County. We were greeted by thunder and lightning, heavy winds and heavy rain. At 7:15 I was thinking we should have stayed in bed. We had not spotted or heard any turkeys. Finally, in more of a reaction to the boredom and hopelessness my father-in law shook a box call a couple of times to mimic a gobble. Less than two minutes later a large lonesome Tom slowly ambled in looking for the other gobbler he had just heard. He didn't pay much attention to the hen decoy, but he was looking around quite a bit for a potential battle. I shot him at 30 yards. We couldn't get an accurate weight on him because he was so wet from all the rain. We guessed him at around 25 lbs., 10 inch beard. I've killed three birds now, and two of them in absolutely miserable conditions. No matter how bad the weather is, I will never stay in bed during turkey season. Patience and persistence pays off.