Minutes into my calling sequence, a blanket of fog drifted into the ravine below. My instincts told me to quit calling, but I didn’t.
I’d placed a FoxPro e-caller 50 yards in front of me on the edge of a clearcut, and nestled into a tangled root wad above it. The whole valley resonated with the deer distress sounds. It was perfect.
When the fog lifted, a set of cat tracks—tracks that weren’t there when I started calling—had emerged from the thick timber, continued up an old logging road and stopped within 50 yards of my call. Then, the cat returned along the same path, back into the timber.
I called for another 45 minutes, using a mix of big-game, small-game and bird distress sounds, but the cat never returned. I tracked it for more than half a mile, hoping either to find it
