Pre-dawn, the air crisp and cool. Santa Lucia Outfitters' Jim Martinez put us on a hot bird that hammered at everything, flew down, strutted in our high-field direction and toward my calling, then stopped, head up, looking and listening in the direction of a yelping hen racket, some of which was facilitated by a camp buddy in the flat several hundred yards below. It broke into a 200-yard run, heaving forward as fast as a fat gobbler can, all of which concluded in a shot, then several more. Another California Rio was down. Van Holmes -- like Mr. Nessl, a Yamaha Outdoors turkey killer -- had his bird.