While hunting in early April in Hardin County, Illinois several years ago, I kept calling to a gobbler that would not come in. It soon became evident that I'd have to move toward him, which I did until I came to a creek about 30' wide and thigh deep. Being a relative novice to turkey hunting, I decided to grit my teeth and wade the creek. While the gobbler kept responding to my calls, he never came any closer, making it necessary for me to slowly move toward him. It wasn't very long until the roof of a barn came into view, soon followed by other farm buildings, and my gobbler...responding from behind a fence in the barn yard! While that was bad enough, I had to re-wade the creek and spend the rest of the morning in wet boots, etc.
