Saturday, it was a great morning, slight west wind about 5mph, and I went back in to the hen roosting area. Got in there well before daylight, found a good blown down tree to set up by. I dug out my teaser, my glass, and my box call. I sat with my teaser in hand waiting for the boss to sound off. At 5:00 he sent out the first gobble of the morning, I cut him off with some aggressive cutts. He was a long ways off, clean over on the next farm west of where he usually roosted. He didn't respond, figured he couldn't hear me at that range, another bird responded that was closer, but north of me, about a 1/4 mile. The boss sounded off again, and this time I cut him off with my box call, he responded to that with a double gobble, and I cut him off again with a series of yelps. The bird to my north was going ape in the tree, he was double gobbling to every call I made, but he wasn't the boss bird. I stayed quiet until the boss sounded off as he left the tree, I counted to 10 and hit him with a sharp series of cutts and cackles on the box. he responded again , this time closer, so he had flown down my way, so did the bird to the north, he was with in 200yds. The bird to the north was coming down my side of the corn, the boss was coming straight at me from the other side of the woods he usually roosts in. I could see the northern bird as he was slowly working down my side, in and out of the pine row. The boss was coming faster, he was now in the middle of the woods across the corn. Every time he gobbled I cut him off with the box call, and he was liking it, so I stayed with it. He entered the corn north of me, the same place he always went into the woods. I started to cluck and purr of the box and he kept coming on a string. He was about 80yds out and headed right into my lap. As he reached 60yds, a damn coyote busts out the woods running after him. He takes flight, and sails over my head and across the road into the public where I used to set up, the coyote stands there looking and turns and runs back into the woods. I packed up my stuff and beat it across the road as quick as I could to try to see which section the boss went into, and to see if I could get him to respond to a call? I know that area well, and know where the birds travel and where they hang over there. I get back to the truck, jump in and go a mile down the road to the parking lot. Grabbed my stuff and crawled hands and knees down to the edge of the woods across that burned off area. I didn't want to run down there with that bird being spooked already, and not sure just where that bird was? I crawled up to my tree and sent out a soft series of yelps, nothing? I waited a few minutes and called again a little more aggressive, still nothing? I waited an hour and sent out a few yelps with the box call, not a word from the boss. It was now 9:30, I decided to go get some breakfast and give him some time to settle down. I get back there at 11:30 and eased back down to my tree, glassing as I slowly made my way to it. I worked that burned area the rest of the day and never heard or seen the boss. I had two hens come into my calling, but no toms followed. At the end of the day I started doing Charlie's call baiting strategy, and let that area until the morning.