Spent the morning in a small hidden away cornfield surrounded by maples and Cedars. Had heard some birds clucking and making a racket going to roost the nigt before and hoped there would be a tom in the mix.
Setup the blind about 50 yards into the rolling cornfield, amidst one f the depressions in the field and set iut my strutting tom and a couple hens.
I heard some birds calling from the roost and watched a hen in a tree for awhile before she flew down. There ended up being four hens flew down and fed in th cornfield but no guys showed up.
Did a late morning run n gun wander and ended up getting a response from a tom. We setup in some maples on the edge of a field and had him gobbling in to about 60 yards when he snuck away for some reason.
Went back to this field in the evening and had all sorts of action. I ended up moving into the woods for a stalled Tom that would only call but not move. After getting closer to him and setting out a hen he finally closed the gap, came within 10 yards of me, in the wrong side, offering no shot, frustration!
My dad had several strutters in the field but just couldn't quite connect.
What an evening! Most action I've seen on an evening hunt ever.