Went out in the cold Saturday morning and sat up in an alfalfa field with my 28 gauge. Heard one gobble between all the roosts the whole morning. One roost got down and was out on the other side of the field about 200 yards away from me. Saw a few jakes strutting but no toms. They stayed out that distance for about 30 minutes before cutting into a tree line and disappearing. Had a hen and a tom walk behind me a little later but they weren't interested in my decoys at all. Moved my set into the treeline, thinking that's where they'd be with the wind that day. Sat there for a few hours without seeing or hearing anything. Packed all my stuff up and headed back to my truck. Once I got there, saw a flock way across the field with a nice tom right next to the tree line. Figured I'd try to put the sneak on him. Put on some camo and slowly worked my way through the trees. Finally got up to where I saw them last. Belly-crawled up a little hill so I could see if they were still there and they were. I only had a small window to shoot through and waited about seven minutes for the tom to make his way there. A few hens started putting before but I was able to mouth call to calm them down. Finally got the tom where he needed to be and knocked him down. I don't spot and stalk a lot anymore but it was definitely a rush. The tom had a nine inch beard and some gnarly spurs (1 1/8") on him.