Well, I called one in for the landowner today. Now that means I can add one for the team. I always try to help him first, since he is so gracious to let me come out to his place. He's 75 years old and couldn't hear one without some help. He's a saint in our church, a blessing to our community, and hero of mine.

The hunt went like this:
1.) Set up: B-mobile, she-mobile, and three more hens
2.) hoot....nothing
3.) hoot again.....nothing
4.) tree yelp....nothing
5.)Fly down cackle....nothing
6.) Yelp--- Thundering Gobble.
7.) Yelp again....Gobble
8.) wait
9.)Yelp....Gobble
10.) Wait--- Hen yelps
11.) Yelp--- Gobble
12.) I see a jake 250 yards down the field
13.) takes him 5-10 min to cautiously come in
14.) 2 more jakes come out.
15.) They start to leave.... I yelp---ABOUT FACE/FORWARD MARCH
16.) They scratch the chufas for 15 minutes.
17.) They stretch up looking to our left
18.) I hear the spit and drum
19.) Gobbler in full strut runs from my left to B-mobile, knocks him down, and then commences to raping that poor decoy. We had to kill that bird.

By the way, I got the whole thing on video.

Now it's my turn!