My son and I were hunting together on Iowas opener. Things were very slow that morning. Some gobbling way to the south. We were using the calls that have been good to us in the past. I finally got smart and tried my new scratch box Al & son made for me. Darned if it didn't produce a gobble a ways away. After a little sweet talk , that stinker was coming. We could see him through the timber 50 yards away. Along comes a hen, from the other side of us, just clucking along. Hoping a gobbler was following, we just watched her, realizing too late, she was going to our tom. He followed her and we never heard another peep from either of them. Silly us.
