Jake crouched low in the scrub oak, the morning sun dappling the ground around him. He’d spent hours selecting his camo—mottled greens and browns to match the South Texas mesquite and cactus. Hunting in Mission Texas required perfect concealment; these eastern turkeys had sharp eyes. As he adjusted his facial facemask, a twig snapped. A tom’s red head appeared just 30 yards away, scanning for danger. Jake held his breath—his pattern blended seamlessly with the spring foliage. The gobbler stepped into range, fooled by the disguise. One shot echoed through the brush, proving that in turkey hunting, the right camo makes all the difference.