Made it out yesterday am, heard a few birds on the roost, and then the FOG rolled in. After making a few different set-ups and not being able to get anything going, I threw some cuts down into a valley at 11:30 and got an answer. He was quite a ways in there, so I tried to cut the distance and he shut up. I made another move, back to where I had originally got him to answer at 11:45 and got another gobble. I looked at my watch and thought "not enough time left". Long story short, at 11:55, I saw him step out of the brush at 80 yards, look around and when I clucked and purred at him, he marched straight up the hill to me. I was sure this was a longbeard, since he was gobbling so hard and sounded like a mature bird. So when he finally came out from behind a tree at 10 yards at 11:58, I almost killed him, and then I saw the stubbly beard!! A freaking jake! Oh well, it was exciting. BTW, I let him walk...