Got back from a work trip at 10 p.m. last night, but I made it to the woods this morning. Belly crawled in close to the roost and set up by 4:15. They started gobbling about 5. The toms flew down the other way and started to drift away, so I started calling. Picked a fight with a hen that was still roosted and she sailed down right to me with fire in her eyes. She yelped in a trio of longbeards and I dusted a 2-year-old at 38 paces. It wasn't easy, but I'm glad I woke up. pics to come.