We split up for first light. While Geoff was hunting the upper end of the property, I was in the hollow, looking across a small field at the silhouette of the bird that had just answered my owl-hooter from his roost. Not wanting to get too close, I put my decoy in the middle of an old logging road just inside the open woods, where it could be clearly seen from the field. I sat down and called once, and the gobbler stepped off his branch and sailed toward me across the open meadow, landing about 80 yards away at the edge of the field. When I called again, he gobbled, glanced toward my decoy, and started walking up the logging road.