Sure enough, honkers flew in (and mallards to the nor'easter flooded field corner), tempting this servant of two masters. I did my best to ignore them, even though four geese circled in range along the edge cover where I sat, Marc 15-20 yards to my right. Not long after I heard walking in the woods behind me, first thinking it was the guy in the vehicle doing an end-around; next thought: turkeys, in the woods, just flown down from hardwoods. Over the next 45 minutes Marc and I cold called. Then the group appeared to Marc's right, easing into the field on our side. Sweet deal.