I got a good look at Bad Boy the other day, and I'm hooked. Beautiful, big bird. He'll creak the scales--or just pass on his fine genes to that hen and give me a flock to watch this summer (or both). Maine's B Season ends Saturday, May 19, and it's unlikely I'll get after him until May 29, the last week when everyone carrying a tag is out . . . that would be pretty cool. New Hampshire next week . . .
The fat jake was an offering from the turkey gods, and as that goes, I mentally shot him three or four times, then gave him the free pass to adulthood. Had my mind on the longbeard that followed him in, but just not quite far enough . . .
Later that morning that rascal outfoxed me again.
I always remember the tough ones.