I am starting to hate this noon quitting time,in NY.

Hit a spot this morning not a single gobble in the tree, so I decide to do some jumping around I have a bunch of spots close to each other.

Second spot nothing.

Third I get a shock gobble and then two more get to the top of the ridge and set up, nothing nodda zilch. So I figure what the heck I'll do some walking calling and crow calls and see what happens. I didn't hear a thing, walked about 4-5 miles of ridges. Make my way back to a strutting zone and tell my self be patient and do some light calling the Toms will seperate. Well I was right about 11:15 I hear birds in three differnt area's.I know this is a good spot so I make some calls get a Tom to gobble to my call and he's coming,look at my watch 11:35 the Toms still way off so I move to cut down the distance. Set back up he's moving in I'm getting psyched look down 11:55. Oh boy here we go well he hangs up and I hear the NOOOOOOON fire whistle and I have to pack it in.

He was still gobbling as I made my way to the truck,and while a I was sitting on the tailgate having a drink of water.