Toms gobbled from a nearby canyon, but refused to leave the hens they were travelling with. Before the day was over, I did manage to “roll” the largest turkey I have ever seen, a huge gobbler with a beard that looked about as long as Willie Nelson’s ponytail. A fruitless one hour long search turned up nothing until he ran out the opposite side of some brush I probed in an effort to locate him. I’d like to believe that I only nicked him, that he will be okay and we will meet up again before the season is over.
The brunch is but 14 hours away, and I’m disappointed that I won’t be adding roast wild turkey to the potluck table. On the other hand, I might not have had much room for it anyway. I’m pretty much stuffed from all that humble pie I had today.