Yoder, your first hunt story with that call reminded me of my own story from one of my first spring hunts. I think I was thirteen (back around 1964 or so). My dad had given me my first scratch-box call made by somebody from that era (I think it may have been called "The Super Yelper") and dropped me off one afternoon at the bottom of a canyon that we knew reliably held turkeys.
I/we didn't know squat about turkey hunting, but I walked up the canyon a ways, sat down randomly in a spot, and started trying to make yelps on the call. Every few minutes I would scratch out a few yelps, apparently roughly sounding like a turkey. I don't remember how long I sat there and called...couldn't have been very long considering the patience of a thirteen-year-old...but, all of a sudden a gobble rang out up the hill behind me...a very close gobble as I recall.
Being the young, novice, "would-be" turkey hunter I was, my first reaction was just to jump up, turn around, and run up the hill looking for the gobbler, thinking he was close enough I would just be able to shoot him. Suffice it to say, that choice was a poor one.
Fortunately, my turkey hunting tactics have improved a little over the years...
