After hearing from a few locals that the birds have been gobbling these warm mornings, I went out to take a listen. It was short (as in one or two sequences on the limb), but it was hearty! There’s a particular hen that I’m sure to do battle with in the near future, whose cutts are sharp, and whose cackles are raspy. She got the old boys fired up on the limb! Great to hear it, but after that salvo, I’m about as confused as the turkeys. There’s still plenty ice fishing left!
Joel