 You know, I guess kind of because I was a little bit hurried, he sort of made me break one of my cardinal rules about setting up in the woods. You know, I try to never set up, you know, too close to the lip of the hill. But I could see the bird, and he's coming right down the ridge to me, and I'm thinking everything's great. And right at the last second, like right at, you know, 50 yards, just before he gets in range, he sort of flanks me and goes to his right, my left, and out of sight. And he's just over the lip of this ridge, and I can hear him drumming. I can hear him coming. He gobbles and...