I’m still hunting. Every day. Had one yesterday gobble once on the limb and shut it down. Swung wide and got around him and set up, thinking he would eventually gobble again and I’d have to move. He finally gobbled once on his own after he hit the ground. After that I called one time and he answered me. I sat tight through the silence and 30 mins later I heard drumming behind me. Eased my head around and he was standing in the road 20 yds off the back of my left shoulder. After not seeing the hen he slipped behind a brush pile and walked directly over the hill. No shot. Just one of those years.