I thought of another that didn't really spook me, but it sure did give me a jolt of adrenalin real quickly. I was set up to the back right of my buddy who was kind of side saddle with his right shoulder pointing at me. He was about 15 yards in front of me. I was the turkey caller and he was the gunner. We had set up near the edge of a field we'd seen birds in before. I was back in the pines. I'm calling with the mouth call when I saw my buddies eyes get big and with his thumb signal something was behind me. I turned and found myself eyeball to eyeball with the biggest coyote I ever saw. He was hunkered down just boring holes in me from about 10 yards. My gun was just leaning against a fence and tree junction. I reached up slowly and grabbed the barrell. The coyote stood there staring at me until I had eased it through the strands of the barbed wire and got my other hand on it. At that point I figured he'd never seen a turkey with a browning and switched ends going into blur. I blew a lot of fur out of his butt but didn't get him. Afterward we figured out he was intent on eating the sweet sounding hen he'd heard.