I gave him a reassuring nod, but I was actually thinking, “Sure you do, Mick.” But then I heard it, too, right behind us. If it hadn’t been for the nylon wall at our backs, the bird would have been flopping already. I just needed a little more patience, something I don’t have much of for turkeys. After 10 long minutes, three hens popped out of woods edge to my right and filed into the plot. Finally the gobbler, bringing up the rear in full strut, came twirling into the open.