Hey,
Here's a different double-header for you.
We set out for a deer hunt, and had just settled in behind some cover when this wolf started howling off in the distance. We listened to this for a while and thought that our search for deer was pretty much a write-off, so my buddy Geordie left to go for a short walk, and I stayed behind and started calling back to this wolf.
Well, it answered, so I answered back. This went back and forth for about 15 minutes, then a shot rang out and Geordie came back with news that he got a deer 250 yards away from our original spot. He left to go dress it and I continued to call back to this wolf to see if I could entice it to come out of the woods and show itself. It still continued howling even though a rifle shot had gone off.
Now, by calling, I really do mean howling. I didn't have a predator call, so all I could manage was to cup both my hands in front of my mouth, and howl as best I could.
We howled back and forth for nearly half an hour. I tried to think of something to change the situation because I didn't want to move, and he didn't want to budge either. Finally, in desperation to try something different, I let loose with four calls back-to-back as fast as I could.
He never replied... and I thought either he figured me out or he was coming at a run. Well, he broke through the treeline at a gallop, and then stopped to try and figure out where I was (about 130 yards away).
The rest is history, and we ended up with a day to remember.
