This ole boy whipped me all morning but eventually his jealous nature got the best of him. He gobbled at everything thing I did early on but he was roosted in an old pine stand that had been cut in places and I couldn't see him to shoot! I found an opening thinking I have him now ! Nope he skirts me in a briar thicket. I followed him as he would come in and go away. I would lightly yelp and rake some leaves. At about 845 every hunters worst nightmare! Two hens go right to him. As I sit tight another bird fires off around 945, then he gobbles again and again. In My younger days I would have slipped out thinking your not killing the bird with hens. Not in my older days either I kill the one I chased all morning or I leave empty handed. Finally as I play the light yelp game every now and then I see his hens break my way and see him blown up coming. It's so thick I can see his hens but lose him . I finally see his fan and I can't shoot! Little did I know the other gobbler had snuck in but my Strutter knew! He went out of strut and comes charging , it was hilarious watching the other run about 90 mph to get out of there. I give him a cluck and his stood straight up between 35 40 yards. It's was after 11 but worth every minute! These public birds are tough!