 over a ridge on the other side of the road. I'm thinking, well, that's probably over, but I'll give it a little bit, and then I'll try to get up over that ridge and see if I can fire him up again, and so I went after him, got up over the ridge, and just about got sat down, and he gobbled, and he was just out of sight, and I hit a call, and no more than hit a call, I saw him coming. He pops up, and it was, you couldn't ask for a prettier