I'm not sure if you can class this as called IN,but I called the same cat within view,twice the same day. I got a tip where a rancher saw a lion on a deer kill.I went out the following morning and glassed the kill for a couple hours.It was,of all places,on a fairly open hillside. Nothing showed up so I went and looked the kill over.It was almost finished but the hillside was covered with the tracks of a female lion. I moved up the hill and found a bed and a place where it uriated in the dirt and that hadn't dried yet.I was ready to head for the truck and decided to try the predator call. I was blowing this thing and really had no confidence at all that anything would happen.I periodically glassed the ridge around and above me.This part of the ridge had a lot of rock jumbles and ledges and head high bitterbrush. I was sweeping the ridge above me with the glasses and there,300 yards away,on a tall boulder,sat the cat,looking for the source of the sound. I had a rifle but was standing with only a rest for my left elbow(a rock ledge)and my crosshairs were too wobbly to shoot.I ripped my pack off and crawled ahead to where I could lay and shoot across it,looked up and the cat was gone.I assumed(wrongly)that my movement spooked the cat. I came back in the evening and sat 200 yds. below the kill.Nothing.About an hour before dark I started with the call again.I kept glassing and low an behold,on the ridgetop,skylined,the cat popped up on a big,prominent boulder-700 yds away.It looked like a scene you would see on TV.She was actually only a short distance above where I saw her in the morning.In seconds it bailed off the back of the rock.I was sure she didn't see me this time.Now it was getting late.About 15 minutes later,I saw something in the brush about 50-75 yds. closer.I caught a glimpse of her brown body as it hopped over some brush,coming in.I realized now,she was slowly stalking the sound but I ran out of light.I was going crazy as I had to get on a plane in the morning and my chance was gone.After it was all over,I realized that I really blew it.I believe that when the cat bailed off the rock in the morning,it wasn't spooked,just taking it's time,stalking in.I thought I spooked her and headed for the truck!I'm sure if I had spooked her,she she wouldn't have been on the same spot that evening.I've always read to call for cats at least an hour and if I had,I might have brought that one home.I only got to see it through glasses but still it was one of my most memorable days in the field.I plan to get out this Fall and try some serious calling.We have an early no dog,lion season.It has to be a tremendous rush to take one that way.