We were up before light and heading out the door when the tom we were chasing gobbled from his perch. He wasn't where we thought he would be - off to our right down a hill and in the woods. Nope, he was in a tree about 200 yards from the camp!
Now what?! We went out the front door and headed down a path, circling to his right. After settling in we waited and called softly. He called back a bunch of times.
I'm fairly certain I saw a hen fly down around 6:30 AM ... he continued to gobble and maybe came towards us at one point.
Once on the ground, he shut up.
Then, Sunday morning there he was strutting his stuff right off the back porch again.
I'll be back.