Just this past weekend I sat down within 40 yds ofa roosted bird. I was so close I could see the shape of the bird while it was still dark. When he finally woke up I counted 50 gobbles on the roost. Because I felt if I called AT ALL he'd see no hen where there should obviously beone making those sexy sounds I kept my mouth shut.A hen walked in after about 15 min of his proclaming his presence to the world and I figuredI was done. He pitched out to herbut landed on the other sideof a fallen tree 40 yds away in the hens lap. As soon as his feethit the ground I gave him four of the quietest yelps I could, 30sec later he hopped up on the log to take a look and slapped him updside the head with a load of #6 shot. He tasted very good last night.