Dani and I passed on a big Tom opening day. He gobbled from the roost half a dozen times, then flew down in front of our gun barrels well within range of Dani's 20 gauge 870. I had seen the bird fly down a day earlier and watched as 3 other Toms joined him for a strut party amongst the girls. We decided on waiting for the show to repeat itself, but that didn't happen. So after the big Tom struted in and out of range several times, he left for good with his hens behind him waiting to report our every move. Such is the way it goes some times, but it was enjoyable to watch. It's amazing some times the things one will see when you wait to pull the trigger, or pass and not shoot at all. The birds have long since gone quiet, and for now it is tough to find them. Later when the hens thin out, and they are busy tending to their nests, it will be the time to go again. I decided to go to work today after too much fruitless hiking yesterday. I did get a few more nice photos though and I will post them later.
BTW, the gator in the photos above was a monster. With little to gage his size by, it's hard to tell. But look at the size of the Hyacinth leaf pettles in the photo with the mottle ducks and then look at their size relative to the gator. He was every bit of 12 feet.
Good luck Kyle. Good luck to the boys; Hunter and Sawyer.
Hitch