Way to stick with it Kellyguinn, especially in such adverse conditions. I had a nice, bluebird Saturday, almost too hot. I also had a bunch of public land yahoos to share it with. One guy showed up at 6:10 and parked next to my car and then started to use something that sounded like a combination hoot owl and Thomas the Train horn. Weird. The thing is he kept using it and trying to get close to a gobbler with it. Plus the drive-by crow callers in the early morning. Seeing how little gobblers responded to these calls, and knowing at least 3 gobblers had been gobbling in this area that morning I know that shock calls are a no go, at least in this sector. Anyway, unfortunately all the gobbles were on the side of the road as John Philip Sousa. So I decided to play it more coy. I did mostly soft purrs and putts and leave scratching. The band left around 7 which tells me again he didn't know what he was doing. I had one bird cross the road and strut on a flat bench about 100 yards below me but he wouldn't come. When I tried to drop below the ridge and circle around to the nearside of the bench I heard nothing. Tried the other side of the road that the trombone player had abandoned since dawn had 3 or 4 gobblers on that side so walked over there and tried several setups. Heard one distant gobbler back the way I had started but nothing after that, except a few hens I could hear in a different direction, but they ignored me. Still, it was a beautiful day. Rain today and tomorrow.