This morning I slipped back across the same slough that I was on last Saturday and had that same arrogant S.O.B. start gobbling less than 100 yards from me. I suspect that he is an older bird that hangs with a younger one, possibly a jake. I have seen this several times through the years where an old bird will spend his day with a younger one, possibly to take advantage of the better eyesight and hearing of the youth. The older bird gobbled about 75 times this morning on the limb with Jr. piping in a few times with his feeble attempt at gobbling. I heard them fly down, across water, called to them and never heard another peep from either one of them.
I just know that the leg gear on Senior will look like bent railroad spikes and I look forward to wrapping my hands around his scaly pink legs before this season is over. He is proving to be a genuinely formidable adversary, just the kind I like.
I love this magnificent sport!
FC
