I've got a couple stories. Myself, I'd watched some birds while scouting strutting in the middle of this horse pasture. There was one lone tree out in the middle with a little brush around it and the birds hung out around it. In the dark I snuck out and set up by the tree. One gobbler sounded off from the hill on the south edge of the pasture. I had two hens fly in and give my decoy hell. When the tom flew in, the hens headed straight to him, but I never gave them time to lead him away. He was only on the ground for about 5 seconds before I put him down for good. The other, my son and I hunted all morning without getting one all the way in. Things seemed dead where we were so we moved to another farm. By the time we got set up we only had 35 minutes left. Ten minutes later my son was picking up his bird. We called six jakes into the other edge of the field. Four of them came like we were reeling them in. One of them strutted back and forth the whole way across. Needless to say he was pretty excited.