I screwed up on a gobbler yesterday morning at my club. I got off of work at 7 a.m. and arrived at my club at 7:30. I thought that I would get in a quick hunt. I walked down the logging roads stopping and calling every couple 100 yards or so. I was just about to the camp when I pulled out my Scott's Cutter and gave a loud cutt and was immediately answered by a gobble. I hurried to set up and hit the call again and he answered me. I didn't like my set up because it would be hard to get a shot at him unless he hit the logging road and came down it. He was still a ways off so I, like a fool, decided to move !!!!!! You guessed it, in a few minutes the gobbler was gobbling from my first calling spot. I went back in there this morning and sure enough his tracks were in the logging road right where I was set up. Oh well, chalk up another one for the turkey.