While waiting for the flock to my right to slowly appear, I adjusted my body to point in their direction, hoping to draw one of the toms over to my decoys. This adjustment over-committed me to that direction, while leaving my left area uncovered. Mistake! As I kept calling to the flock with soft yelps-clucks-and purrs, I think I hear a faint "Whoooooommmmm". I knew better than to turn my head to look for the sound, so I froze and waited. Short time later, I hear a loud "Spit" and "Whoooooommmmm" and this time I figured he's probably no more than 10 yards behind me. At this point, I'm doing my best side-eye peripheral look I can do with out moving and I see a black body. He didn't like my jake decoy. He finally got out of his strutting mode and came over to thump on the decoy for a while. He was facing directly away from me and fanned one last time. This gave me the window I needed to raise my shotgun and ready for the shot. The birds (gobblers and hens) were going crazy in the roost that morning and the action was swift.