Set up at 5:15 this morning and got in a little close to a big bird on the roost. He didn't pick me off, but had to hear me setting up. He was gobbling his fool head off. Double and triple gobbling. I was on a ridge top and he was in a tree about 40 yards away. I knew he would pitch down on the ridge and I was hoping he would come right in. I was snuggled up real good in some nice thick blackberry brush. I was giving him some soft yelps and purrs just to let him know I was ready for him. He pitched off the roost and landed on the ridge top not 35 yards away, might as well be 135. I gave a couple soft yelps, he gobbles and proceeds to walk down the hill in the opposite direction. He hurt my feelings, I was sounding all sexy and ready and he turned his back on me. I gave a little more excited yelps, with some cutting in and found out why he left me. There was a group of hens further down the ridge that I didn't see. They didn't like me competing with their man so gave me the business. I immediately pulled up and went in the opposite direction to a flat about 150 yards away. I set up and snuggled into some more briars, nothing like getting a butt full of stickers. After I set up I pulled out the raspy hen calls and proceeded to fire the hens up. It worked just like it was supposed to and I pulled the hens right in. Three came straight in and saw something they didn't like. They were putting and making a general nuisance of themselves. Fortunately, the big boy was occupied with a hen and didn't pay them any attention... 20 something #s, 10" beard, and 1 1/4" spurs. He is a bona fide limbhanger. I have pictures! What a great morning before heading off to work!