I meet Gene this morning at our rendezvous point at 5:00. We drove out to his spot, he gives me directions where to go and we agree to meet back at the truck at 9:30. I got to my spot, set out the decoys, and waited for another beautiful day to start. Things started out well...gobbles to the right up the ridge and to the left down. Once everybody flew down, things started going south; none of the birds were in the field I was watching. So I made some calls every few minutes and eventually 2 toms and 4 hens ended up WAY out there. They didn't pay much attention to my pleading...but I kept it up.
THEN, off to the right, I catch some movement in my peripheral vision. It is a another tom coming in silently to check out the decoys. He eyes each hen and then comes up and intimidates my tom decoy. He is strutting, then dodging and jumping to break the intruder's stare. As he struts up again, I wait for him to turn so his tail blocks his eye and draw my bow. As he comes out of strut, I pull that last little bit more on the string and the arrow is away.
PERFECT!
He went a very wobbly 30 yards and tipped over