At least you HAD a call!

Two years ago, around 11:00am, I had just finished packing up my calls, placed my mouth call back in it's case and was just about to stand up . . . It was then that the largest gobbler I've ever seen walked into view, stopped about 60 yards out and strutted and drummed for my decoys. All I could do was watch . . . and hope. His rope nearly dragged the ground and he was impressive. There was a tiny, 1 inch deep creek between us, no more than a foot across it . . . and he wouldn't budge and I couldn't call.[:@] I was relieved to finally see 7 hens approaching me on my sife of the creek. Of course, they saw him and had no problem crossing the creek to be with him. I'm sure they all had a great time.