 He was spooked, but he wasn't, like, he wasn't freaking out, you know. And I don't know where his hens went, but he had left them at this point. And so 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 am sort of sitting there thinking about what to do, and he gobbles. And so he gobbles up ahead, and I'm like, all right, well, maybe I can call him in the third time. And so I sneak ahead probably 50 yards, call at him, and he boops.