Congrats Charlie, My season ended with an all day hunt. The birds on the public were on fire. I haven't heard that much roost gobbling all season. I set up in a plowed field that had corn stubble in it and a lot of cobs that still had a lot of corn on them. I had one bird that answered every sound I sent him. He flew down in the in the middle of the field at 5:30 and went to the other end of it and strutting and gobbling his head off. 4 other birds came into the field but didn't stay long only passed through on a grass strip that crossed the field from the high grass to the private, 2 hens and 2 strutters. That first bird still strutted and gobbled at them but would budge from his end of the field. Then about 6:30 2 hens came to visit my strutter and hen, they talked and rubbed up against him, dropped down in front of him, hanging around for about an hour before they left, that strutter still didn't move from his end. Finally, finally after 3 hours of working him, he finally started to move towards my end, he came strutting and gobbling the whole way. He got to the grass strip and hung up there a while. I through all caution into the wind and laid into him with the loudest cutts and cackle I could get out of my death wish call. He broke strut and came running. I had the gun up and ready as he came closer, when he was at about 50 yards, a hen that was roosted about 15 yards behind me busts out of the tree and flys down over top of him to the grass strip, he spins and runs to her, and chaser her back to his end of the field, 300 yards away. It's almost 9am and that darn hen never busted or left her tree, and I walked in right under her
. That tom bred her and stay down on his end until almost noon, before he headed down to the river on his end. That bird had a rope on him that you could see swinging as he ran toward me at a 100 yards away, without binos. I packed up and went to his end and set back up. The brush was too thick to see anything down to the river, so I set up on the edge of that field. At 3:30 I moved to were he was roosted on the edge of the private and that plowed field near were the grass stip crosses it and set up there. At 5:45 two birds start gobbling their heads off where I was set up at daybreak at the corner of the woods and field. I'd gobble, they'd gobble, again every call I gave them they'd gobble or double gobble at. This went on until closing, they would work in close enough for a shot. I packed up and called it a season at 7:45, it took me an hour to walk back out. All I got was a sore butt and a lot of fun this 6th season, but learned a few new locations for set ups next year. I was in that field from 4:30am until 8 pm, which made for a long day but was worth every minute spent there. I saw deer (5 bucks 2 doe) rabbits, turkey, coon, pheasants, and sandhills.