With another taunting gobble, the four longbeards march out of our setup as quickly as they entered it. So much for easy, I think. The rest of the morning continues in that vein. We see as many as 50 birds in the field at a time, but not once does a mature tom pause in front of my shooting window. Instead, we’re mobbed by jakes. At one point, Will counts 17 of them milling about the decoys. One has a beard noticeably longer than the rest; I name him Stubby, and he seems to be the dominant jake. They are entertaining to watch as they check out the hen decoys, gobble, fluff their feathers, and occasionally break into a strut. About 100 yards up the fenceline, and in a line of cottonwoods across the field, we can see gobblers strutting with their harems. Toms are typically aggressive during breeding season, but big gangs of jakes are harassing them, Will explains, so much that the gobblers are avoiding the jake decoy in our setup.