They were in the white pine woods yesterday morning, on the other side of barbed wire, about an NFL kicker's boot off the farm property I was walking but within definite earshot. A turkey hunter notices this sort of thing instantly. A circling wad of crows kept them gobbling off and on the whole time I was in there.
I won't hunt them until Maine's "B" Season, and likely the second week of it at that, but that's not an issue at this point. If someone else has tagged one of them by then, so be it.
It's the April gobble that also matters.
--Steve Hickoff
