I had a stubborn gobbler that wouldn't come to hen calling for some unknown reason. Sure, he'd courtesy gobble back, but that's it. First, I thought he was gay and not interested in what the hens had to say. Then I realized that it sounded like he always had hens roosting right close to him. After little success trying to coax him away from his harem, I decided to go for broke and went to a place he was seen crossing some powerlines that was uphill from the secondary knoll where he liked to roost. Most times, if you called to him after fly down, he'd just go the other way, if the hens did or not. He might cruise back past where you had been calling from after 10 AM or so, but he was usually skirting the area and not going directly to your calling location. The hens weren't saying much by the end of the season, so I dusted off my old bellows-type gobble shaker call. I got above him and each time he'd gobble, I'd gobble right on top of his call. If he double gobbled, I'd cut him off each time and I always got the last word in. I'm sure it pi$$ed him off. Once he got quiet, I figured he was on the ground and would come to investigate sooner rather than later. I almost wish I had a jake decoy out, but I was traveling light that day. Thirty minutes after his last gobble, just below the ridge and out of range, not one, but two gobblers circled below me, looking for the gobbler they'd heard. If I had the gun up and ready, I could have gotten a shot. But with four eyes searching for the intruding gobbler, I was hand cuffed and there was no way I could pick up the gun to draw on them. They eased off over the rise and walked down the creek bed towards the neighboring property.
If I had been more ready to shoot, calling for another shooter, or if there was only one set of eyes looking my direction, I may have had a crack at him. It turns out that I killed a bird that roosted in the same area and behaved similar to what those boys were doing the following year by slipping in close to the roost after a rainy night quieted down the woods. That bird was 23 pounds and change with an 11 inch beard and 1.25 inch spurs, but he was also toting some copper plated #6s under his hide that may have made him hunter-shy and given him reason to avoid any hens he couldn't see.
I'd say go for it, but not as a first resort. Good luck and let us know how it goes.
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