Another day, no turkey
I was set up about 80 yards from the gobbler on the roost. I just knew he would be mine. I yelped, and he cut me off. The next time he gobbled he was on the ground. About that time I heard yelping all around me. I was right in the thick of things. Hens all around me. They all flew down all around me and started feeding while the Gobbler made his way torwards us. He got withint about 50 yards, but there was some thick stuff between me and him so I was scared to take the shot. He strutted around in circles for about an hour. At one point 2 jakes came in very close and then they got into a little fight. The the big gobbler ran them off. It was very fun to watch it all. I was just praying that Tom would move a little closer, but the hens eventually carried him away from me. I tried for him later in the morning, but never heard or saw him again. He was the only gobbler with about 8 or 9 hens.
That sounds like a fantastic hunt!! I can't imagine how much you learned being right in the middle of the flock like that . . . in my book, without even trying to convince myself, that was a successful hunt! Way to go in finding them, getting close, calling at least well enough to not spook them 