All was proceeding according to plan, except that as flydown time approached, Phil began to feel intestinal rumblings. When the rumblings increased to the point where he couldn't ignore them any longer, Phil walked a prudent distance down into the creekbottom, found an appropriate log and relieved himself. Tiptoeing back to his spot, he saw a gobbler running full speed toward his decoy. He froze, and when the bird reached his fake hen he shot it. "I hadn't called or anything," he says.