Went out scouting deer/fall turkey hunting with Eldest last weekend....
Saturday afternoon about 4PM, we set up on the edge of a dry creek in some trees bordering a (roughly) 50 acre winter wheat field (I thought it was stubble at first, as they have not had any rain to speak of since August- it was that thin). We had a hen and a jake decoy set up 20 yards in front of us. The creek bordered the field on the north and east( where we set up), and there were trees on the west, and an unpicked milo field on the south. Within a half hour, 100 to 150 turkeys emerged from the milo and milled around on the field, feeding (sprouting wheat and waste grain from July) and the Jakes fighting. The old hens kind of kept them away from the trees, either by calling or, if that failed, actually chasing the young birds back. The Toms all stayed in a group in the middle of the field, feeding.
I hen-yelped and kee-kee'd and some of the young birds would drift our way, but then the hens would herd them back away from the trees ..... this happened several times over an hour or so.... they never got closer than 100 yards.
The sun sank lower and I said to my daughter that all the chatter and chasing and runnin' around reminded me of a middle school recess .... 2 jakes would start fighting, all the other jakes and jennies would run over and watch, one would lose and the other would chase him till he got tired.... The whole flock started to drift north toward the trees, 200 yards away. Looked like they were going to roost .... and the idea hit me..... I started dragging the striker across the slate in an effort to sound like a fighting turkey. Immediately, a dozen of the nearest jakes and jennies made a bee-line for us. I kept it up and they kept comming... A couple of old hens followed them, trying to herd them back, without getting to close to us..... The jakes stopped 20 yards out, next to our dekes, heads up straining to see the fighting birds they had heard a few seconds ago. I had dropped the slate and picked up my shotgun (we had a 3' diameter deadfall in front of us to cover that movement. and eased it up to take a bead on the jake nearest me..... I whispered to Eldest , "Pick one.", and waited for her to shoot...... she raised up to get a clearer shot, and one of the Boss Hens in the back must have seen her: she put out the alarm and the old hens took off. Eldest fired and missed high (she swears the jake ducked) and I killed a jake ... Eldest then put a load of 7 1/2's right over the head of one of my decoys. .... says the pulled up at the last second realizing that it wast edible....