So, I am sitting in the pop-up with my brother. 3 hens come out into the field, they pick, and then dust, and just in general, be hens.
Gobbler comes out struts and dances for a while, looks pretty good from 100 yards. Thick beard, but not an old bird. Then a much bigger bird comes out, whoops his butt, and takes the hens. The failed suitor runs right down the field to our decoy. Paul pops him at 15 yards. At the shot, and while the vanquished lay expiring, the Big Tom runs down the field and commences to sodomize his dying rival. After 10 minutes or so of quite a ruthless despoiling, the Big Tom was exhausted and triumphant. As he turned to retire back to his hens, I sent him to the promised land. 9" beard, 25lbs. Paul's has 3 beards, the longest about 7 inches. 22lbs
Neither had real long hooks, both about 1", one set white, the other's black.
The whole thing took about 2 hours. No calls were involved in this brief, but successful, hunt.
