The short version of the story is I had 2 birds screaming and coming in to me 90 degrees from each other. One bird was over a hill so I couldn't see him and the other was slightly farther away, through some thick stuff. I decided the hill bird was closer so I turned his direction and let out a few calls and hoped he made an appearance before the bird to my side busted me big time. It worked out well and was definitely a fun hunt. All in all this has been the slowest season for me in a decade. Very little gobbling and most of what I have heard so far has been far away.