Otherwise, there's little you can do besides wait, let all the turkeys drift away, and make a new setup on the longbeard. One afternoon in Kansas, I called up seven jakes and a lone longbeard three different times. Each time, the jakes beat the gobbler to the setup, and he would hang back and strut just out of range. Finally, they drifted into an open pasture, and the jakes temporarily lost interest in aggravating the tom. Through my binocular, I watched the longbeard work into a cottonwood drainage 1,000 yards away. I made a wide circle, set up at the head of that drainage, and scratched out a few notes on a box call. Within minutes, that tom came running in, silently, and I killed him. When I went to pick him up, the jakes were standing in the pasture 100 yards away, rubbernecking. They were on their way to fight that tom again. They just weren't quite fast enough to save him. —W.B.