Hunted East Hampton today. Had 3 birds gobbling on the roost today, 2 close and one a bit further away. Yesterday, I set up on the right of the roost trees and a hen started yelping at fly down time and the birds went with her. Today, I stayed on the left of the roost trees because I found out that that's on the way of one of their preferred travel routes. Well, of course, I had 2 of those birds hot and gobbling, and i shut up to wait for fly down. Of course, a hen calls from their right, and down they go to the other side. In fact, birds seemed to fly down all over the place, mostly hens I guess. Well, shortly after fly down, I hear some leaves crunching, its a hen. She fed her way past me at about 7 yards. About 10 min later, here he comes, silent. He's down the bottom of the hill at about 45 yards. He was on his way to the bordering property, probably to come up the hill and across. I gave a couple clucks on my mouth call cuz 45 is kinda far, he just stopped, looked, then went on his way. I figured this may be now or never, so I clucked one more time, and his neck looked just right in those cross hairs... Bam, he went down. Stats- 20.5 pounds, 9 1/2 inch beard, and spurs were 1" each. Had 2 more gobbling hard, so I tried for #2. Had him hot and close, then 2 hens got between us and that was that. Good day.