Haven't had time to post this and I still don't have pics, but hopefully my brother will get some captures off his video camera....but onto the story which I will make short for now...My Dad, brother, nephew and bro-in law went last weekend...set up early, a few hen decoys and one jake decoy...two of us call and the rest watch out. We can hear them gobbling around us, 3 or 4 pretty close and one way off to our South. It gets a little quiet and then all of a sudden about 15 hens run in, peeping and beeping and making all kinds of sounds, they stop about 10 yards from me and the Tom following them stops, looks at the Jake decoy and puffs up and stares at him, BOOM, brother shoots him, hens fly off. So we keep calling and the one to our South gets closer and closer and finally my nephew whispers "Hes right behind us", I tell him to keep still...and the Tom walks within 5 yards of us, as he passes I tell my nephew, turn and shoot, turn and shoot (he had to turn about 90 degrees to shoot him), BOOM, down he goes (the 4th generation to use that Winchester model 1912). So we relocate. We see a couple Toms over on a ridge and my Brother and Brother in law go off to see if they can call them in. What a story they have! They only took my brother's single shot, fully choked trap gun. They call them both in and my brother in law shoots his, then passes the gun to my brother, who reloads and shoots the other one! Talk about a poor man's successful hunt, one single hot between the two of them and two dead birds. So 4 dead that day, all before 11am and 6 all together over two Saturdays. I'm going at least one more time.