Nothing more than a few soft clucks and some intense leaf scratching was all it took to kill #2 this mornin. Very popular spot on a Gobbler who has been relentlessly hammered by veterans and googans alike since the opener. Been shot at atleast once that I know of. He was roosted off one end of a long bench, probably close to 375yrds long. Surprisingly, he gobbled decent on the limb, with nobody else around. Decided to go to him, but rather than try and get tight on 'em like everyone else, I actually retreated better than half way to the other end of the bench. These Turkeys feed and strut up and down this particular bench throughout the day. Chose good ground with a slight rise at 30 steps, allowing me to drift around undetected if necessary, as well as, putting him in range when he topped out to look for me. When his gobble changed and I determined he was on the ground, I did nothing more than send a few well spaced popping clucks to 'em on my Buice yelper. Dead calm this morning, so I knew he heard me. He steady marched over better than 150yrds, gobbling every 5 min or so. After around 30min, he stalled me out 30yrds short of that rise. I repositioned twice, once left 10yrds, then right 15rds, each time soft clucking once and steady scratching. He held his ground drumming hard for almost 10 minutes. I decided to retreat straight back 20yrds to keep the illusion of a feeding Hen as real as possible. Clucked softly one last time and got on the gun. After 15 minutes of more intense drumming he could not stand it and had to check me out. Caught his "lit up" red, white, and blue head topping out on that rise right down my barrel. Settled on his neck and touched it off. At better than 200yrds, that Gobbler came looking for the soft spoken, feeding hen he had heard at the far end of that bench. Never ceases to amaze me just how well they can hear and pinpoint sound