We sat for a while and called. Nothing. Then we moved and sat for a while and called. Nothing. It was clear that the few toms there were in this area were horribly henned up. We headed back to the vehicle to find Paul and Lynn, who had had less luck than us. The decision was made to hike back into our camp, get a bite to eat, strike camp and hike back out. We were surrounded by thousands of acres of public land, so we saw no point in staying someplace where we knew there were so few huntable birds. Surely, we assumed, a change of locale was all we needed to sway our luck.