Recently I was working a spring gobbler. A longbeard came in hard and fast, double-gobbling every time I called. He was about 45 yards out when he suddenly stopped and turned 90 degrees. He walked laterally for a few more seconds (farther than I wanted to shoot) and then crumpled in a heap when another hunter shot him. I had no idea the man was sitting under a nearby tree. As he explained later, he saw me sit down in the dim light of early morning and immediately start calling to a gobbler. The bird came in so quickly the hunter didn't want to make a disturbance, so he just sat there silently, assuming I'd shoot the turkey. As it turned out, a hen appeared behind him. This caught the gobbler's attention, and the tom walked right into the hunter's lap. Another profound case of competition.