I noticed that David, who started this thread, failed to mention if he has had an incident with this particular dilema. If not, I smell a perversion.
Two years ago, I shot a dandy boss gobbler while my brother in law was taking a crap.
He had the bird sort of roosted, just off a powerline on some private property. His girl friend saw the gobbler from the road, several nights in a row, strutting with several hens on a homeowner's lawn just before fly up. We came down the powerline at dawn and tried some locator calls but didn't get a response. Not exactly knowing if the henned up tom was roosted there, we discussed going somewhere else as it was already daylight and there was no gobbling.
Chris then says "I gotta crap" and heads into some small saplings off the powerline. I decided to walk down a two track a little ways to listen for turkeys and avoid bearing witness to his daily constitution. When I got to where I could see the two track connected to the back yard of the home in the distance, I heard a turkey clucking. I immediately sat down in the middle of the two track without a tree or any cover. I got a push pin call from my vest and started tapping it against my leg, imitating the hen's clucks. The lead hen got to the trail head and eyeballed the blob in the trail for what seemed like an eternity. When she moved on, another hen and a jake took her place and just stared at me for several minutes. Then another hen. My arms were burning from holding the gun and not moving a muscle for over ten minutes as they finally moved on. Eventually the cautious gobbler, bringing up the rear, got to the trail head and I dumped him with a 35 yard shot. I rolled over onto the trail, rubbing my arms, and saw Chris about 50 yards behind me standing behind a slight rise in the two track watching. He had finished his business and witnessed the end of the stalk.
We still laugh about that hunt and he insists that I "shot his gobbler." Of course I always remind him, "Well, if you didn't have to take that dump..."
"The joy of living is his, who has the heart to demand it." Teddy Roosevelt