 He was spooked, but he wasn't freaking out. I don't know where his hens went, but he had left them at this point. He just goes out of sight about the time I get reloaded, and I'm thinking, well, there's two chances I've definitely screwed him up. I'm sort of sitting there thinking about what to do, and he gobbles. He gobbles up ahead, and I'm like, all right, well, maybe I can call him in the third time. I sneak ahead probably 50 yards, call at him, and he