I somehow have black berry service at my honey hole. Were just camping and chasing birds. Today spotted one. Sat down, purred, and a tom started going ballistic. We went back and forth for well over an hour before he came in. A bird finally came within fifty five yards we later found out. We saw him, but couldn't make out the sex due to lighting conditions. Was still awesome to have him screaming so close, and for so long. Who knows, maybe the decoy in the morning will do the trick. Sorry for no paragraphs, blackberries are funny like that.