Here's a new one.
This morning, I was slipping along an open ridge at midmorning, calling now and then and hoping to strike a gobbler. After hoofing about 250 yards, I was baking in the hot sun, so I decided to lose my Under Armour shirt.
I threw off the camo, peeled away the Under Armour and then prepared to stuff the undergarment in my vest. As I bent over, I heard something rustle in the leaves and then watched a gobbler take flight 20 steps away. Apparently he'd been coming to my calling from five minutes earlier, but I never had a clue he was nearby.
"Well that's that," I thought, turning around in preparation for the long trek to the truck.
Will I wait next time to change clothing? Maybe. Will it help? Come on.