I can't figure why anybody'd want to live in Texas.
Stand in a pecan-lined west Texas river bottom at gobble time listening to 30 gobbling Rios on the limb and you'll understand MY draw to the Lone Star state.
Several years ago, I went scouting for turkeys.
In an Oklahoma pecan grove bottom, I watched 6 toms in a sparring match. What a racket!
The bird in my avatar was one of the six.
I saw where the birds came into the field and figured, "Opening day, I'll be set up in that little draw over there!"
Opening day rolls around and I'm all hunched up next to a willow tree with my shotgun over a dead cottonwood.
I sit in the dark and wait, and I wait, and I wait! Nothing!
Way off in the distance, I finally hear a gobble!
Then all hell breaks loose!
Yikes! I've set up "UNDER" their roost and there had to be at least 10 to 12 gobblers!
BTW! My avatar IS NOT a Merriam's, it's a Rio backlit by the sun!
I call it my "Neon Tom" picture!
