Well, since we swine killers took off the rest of the week, I decided to try for a turk this morning.

Found a young tom with one hen along the edge of the woods.

I did a sneak, and managed to get within 30 yards, but they made me out before I could find a hole to shoot through. It really looked like I'd get a shot.

There's nothing short of Life's blood quite as red as a Strutting tom's wattles in the morning sun.........