Last night I saw a tom heading into a wood lot and knew what his plan was. It was to go up the biggest hill in the county to sleep for the night. I put the 3/4 mile hike/sprint on him and got almost to the top before sitting down. I clucked 3 times and did the softest yelp I could on my slate. Put the call down, put the gun on my knee only to hear, "Putt!" I look off my left shoulder and see a head duck behind a stump. I never saw the big red head again, only the 5 or 6 putts as he walked away!!! I could have cried right then and there. I tried to circle the hill and call him back but it did not happen. Well maybe he will come back tonight. I hate the silent birds that peak over the hill to look for you.