The turkey hunting wasn't too good in my neck of the woods this year. The birds were few and far between. Anyways, on with the story. I was sitting beside a large creek having a conversation with three gobblers on the other side. The creek is normally about 20 yards wide and 7 to 8 feet deep. But with all the rain we had the entire creek bottom was flooded and now the creek was a hundred yards wide at least. The turkeys were, of course, on the opposite side and no matter what I did I couldn't get them to cross over to me. This went on for at least 2 hours. I would call and they would gobble and some times double gobble but wouldn't budge. I heard a splash in the water and thought a large fish had jumped. But instead what looked like a 20 pound half-drowned rat emerged from the muddy water. Apparently he liked the hen calls well enough to cross the flooded creek and try to slip up on a meal. I lip squeaked him and he stopped about 25 yards out. That's when the Hand of God sent him to coyote heaven. A mangy male. I may have done him a favor.