Oh I love that feeling of a big ole goobler coming into the call. But the best was my first elk I harvested. It was my last day to hunt before I had to head back home. I was trying to call a 6X7 that was about two hundred yards out infront of me. Nothing but open grass between him and me. Suddenly I hear a bugle right behind me. I slowly turn to see a 5X4 standing broadside to me @ 35 yards. So the 6X7 just wasn't meant to be. But I did stick the 5X4 and will never forget that hunt.
