Was out before the crack Friday morning, taking my flintlock for a walk.
Heard some birds flying down a few hundred yards down the ridgetop from me. Sounded like typical hen flydown cackles.
Just a bit later, at least one tom lit off 4 or 5 times over the course of 15 or 20 minutes. Muffled by the snow cover. But the most wonderful sound in nature, nonetheless.
