Free: Contests & Raffles.
Are you sure he was alone? This time of the year you are trying to go against the way these birds breed in the early season. It's also probable that your calling had no effect on him at all, rather he got closer only because the flock of hens he was following decided to walk your direction. Sometimes the temptation is to really hammer on him when he gets close, especially when he gets quiet. That's usually when he gets suspicious, shuts up and leaves. Real hens just don't respond that way. I like to play hard to get when one comes that far and won't commit and he doesn't have a flock of hens keeping him busy. The only birds that I've experienced running in desperate on opening day are the lesser toms or jakes that have been pushed from the flock.I've experienced a vocal tom that seems to get closer, then leave, then get closer; only to finally spot him in an opening later following his harem. He's not going to leave a pack of hot ladies for the noisy one hidden in the trees, no matter how horny he is. I got to see firsthand their early season behavior on opening day, and it served as a good reminder of how the breeding game is played and how challenging it can be to trick the boss tom on his home turf. I set up 100 yards from the tom's roost in the dark. He gobbled on the roost, hit the ground and gobbled. I could hear a few hen yelps and jake gobbles as well, so I knew he wasn't alone. It took him almost an hour to move from the base of his tree to the strut zone nearby, literally 50 yards. I was in SE, so I had 360 visibility, and I watched as hens flew into that strut zone from all directions. Some flew hundreds of yards across the canyon to land in the strut zone, others I could see sprinting across open fields to come to the tom. Probably a dozen birds came to him. It was cool to watch. I had no idea birds would travel so far to be bred. With all that action, why would he bother coming to me? Unfortunately, my soft yelps and clucks called up his jake, which came right up to about 3 yards, saw me blink, putted and pulled the flock up the mountain. In the end, I lucked out. I watched the flock for a couple of hours and stayed hidden. Then a snowstorm blew through, and I used the weather to mask my movement and climbed the mountain up to them. It was pretty grueling. When the storm worsened, the birds dropped back down into the woody draw, and I was able to get above them on the rocks. I didn't know where the tom was, but I could see most of the other birds. Then a woodpecker fired off, and the tom shock gobbled. I just waited until he came into view (about a half hour) then lights out. Kind of a long story, but the point for the OP is that I was not going to call up this bird and pull him away from his flock, no matter how sweet I sounded on the diaphragm call. He had a 10.25" beard and 1.25" spurs.