Jim,
I believe the only pic we got of that gobbler is on the "guide's" cell phone. It was dark and I am not sure that one took.
Anyway, it was the first afternoon of our hunt. I had settled under a large oak tree along a fence line at the edge of a grown up field that had lots of grass and wild flowers growing in it. I had done some soft calling on my Black Limba aluminum call I got from SS and had 7 jakes come in to my decoys. One jake just would not leave my DSD hen alone. He would rub up against her, twist his neck like only a jake can, and then peck her. All 7 jakes were within 15 yds of me for about 20 minutes. They finally decided that there was no loving to be had and fed off.
I pulled out my Chad Zutter longbox and hit it aggressively. I heard a distant gobble. I hit the call again and got an immediate response. I looked through my binoculars and two fields over about 1/2 mile away there was a gobbler. I hit the Zutter longbox again and here he came. He was walking/half running to me. He would stop and strut and start toward me again. At about 150 yds away a hen ran between me and the gobbler and I thougt it was over, but I hit the Zutter and here he came. Beautiful sight with the sun hitting his red head and the tan glow of his tail feathers while he was strutting. I let him get to about 30 yds and hit him with a load of Nitro 4X5X7s from the Benelli and down he went.
I stood up to go to him and unloaded my gun. I had walked about half way and something caught my eye and there were three gobblers in the field about 100 yds away. I squatted down and hit the Zutter and they immediately answered. They knew something was not quite right and circled me and gobbled at every call I made. They finally went across the back of the field to go to roost. I stood up again and stepped out in the field. It is getting close to dark. I looked hard to my left and there are two gobblers about 75 yds away. I lay down in the field and hit the call and here thery come. They gobbled, strutted, and came to about 60 yds but knew something was not right and finally walked off. An unbelievable first afternoon in Oklahoma.
