It was a great morning. I woke up at 4am and couldn't get back to sleep. Woke Cooper up at 5. He notoriously falls back asleep on school mornings. I went upstairs to make coffee, and he was coming out of his room dressed and ready before I finished getting the coffee maker going, lol. We got set up and heard a gobbler about 100 yards away. Let him gobble on his on for 5-10 minutes and then I clucked at him. At that point it sounded like the whole damn hillside lit up with hens but it was actually 5. I did my best to sass them and get them (and him) fired up but he just gobbled on his own. Watched them fly down (they skylined themselves) and they led him away up the hill from us. Waited a bit and then made a move to get to another spot but Columbia gas came out in their truck to check the gas well 20 yards away from us so we called it a morning to get to brother and sisters soccer games.
The plan is to go to a different part of the farm tomorrow and try to get a bird that isn't so henned up. If no luck come back and try him later in the morning or early afternoon to see if his girlfriends have left him lonely.
The best part was the look on Cooper's face and how he straightened up when the first gobble sounded. At one point when I was sassing the hens and they were lighting up and then he gobbled I asked Cooper if it was more exciting when he was the one carrying the gun and he said yes.