In some ways my hunt entered the twilight zone.
I have my decoys out. It gets light. There were no gobbles anywhere. All was quiet except the hens.
When suddenly out of the west this turkey comes flying right at my decoy. For some strange reason, he did not like what he saw or saw something he did not like. So he lands and does an 180 and comes trotting past me and sees me, which at the time was pretty easy since he had to run over my feet.
Apparently, I had found an area with lots of hens and only yearling jakes. In the hours that followed, a half dozen jakes came past me over to my hen decoy.
No fans, just a walk by. As close as these birds were, I saw no beards, no waddle, no nothing except a red head. I saw lots of hens that were bigger than these jakes.
Well, there is the fall seaon and I still have unnotched tags. Long drive home with no turkey to show for it.