After getting schooled for several hunts by toms that have been pressured I finally got a break. During a frustrating morning hunt where I watched a monster tom wander off with hens and his two apprentices follow along I managed to find the spot they were using coming into and leaving the field. At 2:30 I was back in and getting set up ahead of an approaching line of storms. I hoped the coming rain would push the birds to roost early.
Sure enough just after 4 I saw a hen out in the field, while watching her through my binos I heard another one. When I looked she was staring at a decoy almost nose to nose with it. She started feeding and as I looked up I saw 2 toms enter the field with another hen. I knew exactly where they were headed and I had added a jake decoy to my spread just for this. Sure enough as soon as they saw it they came running in and I took my shot as soon as they got into the decoys.
The shot was good and the tom half flew about 15 yards then crashed at the edge of the woods. Not a huge bird, in fact, just a jake but a good one. The thrill for me was to have planned the hunt then to have it work perfectly. Those days are great.