The gobbler stopped at the edge of the trees and looked things over. Jeff had two live-mount hen decoys out to arouse his curiosity. Jef’f”s yelps, cuts and clucks added incitement to the visual offerings.
He turned to his left and walked parallel to the fence for 40 yards and stopped to eyeball us.
When he stopped Jeff waited a minute and then resumed calling. The gobbler changed postures.
The Tom responded with a loud gobble.
Then he blew up into an impressive full strut.
He started walking and at 40 yards the gobbler veered off a little and walked around us on the right.
The gobbler stopped 50 yards behind us and we kept track of it through the window slits in the blind. It stopped and gobbled while Jeff called intermittently.
Then it started back in our direction. He blasted us with a loud gobble, but we needed him 10 yards closer.
The gobbler stood still, looking in our direction. This looked like the last stand. Maybe he would come closer, maybe he wouldn’t.
He chose the wouldn’t option and turned his attention on the other gobblers, who were now following hens on the other side of the fence.
When he got to the woods edge he ducked under the bottom wire and we saw the last of him.
We waited a while longer and then pulled the blinds and left for the Ranch House restaurant.