As luck would have it, we struck a roosted gobbler at first light. The tom called from the tree, then again from the ground, then, in typical Osceola fashion, all was quiet. An hour went by before we saw the hens. They had our gobbler on a string and were leading him away and would miss us by 100 yards or so. J.P. hit the call and the lead hen stopped to look. She got one look at the real life Redhead Remote Strutter and charged the setup. The entire posse followed including the gobbler we had been looking for since daybreak. They covered a hundred yards in about 30 seconds with one rejected, dejected, and mad-as-hell gobbler bringing up the rear. He headed for the fake strutter and never saw J.P. draw--a second later he was flopping.