I was a young fellow (kid) in 68 in Central Florida. My Dad had just started letting me sit by myself but was always within sight of him. I had an old PS Olt scratch call and had been making some noise on it which I assumed sounded like a turkey. While picking my nose I heard something I had no idea what it was. Out of the corner of my eye I see this gobbler, he looked like a VW Bug with the doors open and trunk up going around in circles. He was the source of the odd sound. Remembering how my Dad always taught me several times before to ease the gun up slowly to avoid being spotted I decided to use that as plan B. I decided jerking the gun up quickly would be the better option. It worked out and the gobbler just closed his trunk and doors and put his head up. I got the bead on him (not sure where) and pulled the trigger. The gobbler went to flopping and I put some moves on him I learned from watching Gordon Solie and Championship Wrestling. It wasn't long and my Dad was there and took control of the gobbler. In all the excitement I left that call at the base of that live oak. We looked for it the next weekend but never found it. I'm hoping what's left of it is still buried there somewhere.