Bootmud,
true story...
Last weekend 2 grandsons and their 2 friends camped out at the back of our property.
I built a fire and the family gathered around. The boys were playing with air-soft guns. It got dark and the youngest grandson ask if he could use a flashlite. We walked to my pickup and I gave him a mini-mag.
He said, 'What's that Pop, laying there on the seat?'
I said, 'a new Fox/Coon call (GRIZ & GREY).'
He ask what a Coon sounded like.
So I worked over the Coon chatter. Really got into it. Grandson didn't seem impressed and trotted off to join the other boys.
Went back to campfire to family & my drink. Five minutes later the 4 boys came running, 'Pop! Pop! There are 3 Coon climbing up the big tree at the fur shed.
I replied, 'I wasn't born yesterday, stop pull'n my leg.'
The youngest came close and said, 'Really Pop, theres 3 Coon up that tree, 'we' called 'em in.'
Son-in-law, daughter, me and the 4 boys walked to the tree and by darn we saw 'eyes'.
I got the high powered Deer spotlite dang we saw 4 Coon in the tree...LOL. Mother and getting big youngns.
Not sure if I called 'em or they were passing thru and the boys treed 'em.
But I want to believe your Coon call had something to do with it because it happened too fast.