“A Wary Gobbler”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A traditional woodsman watches a tom turkey over the brim of his wife's hat.

“Gob-obl-obl-obl-obl-obl!” A distant tom turkey answered a single cluck from a wing-bone call. Twenty agonizing minutes later, the gobbler strutted to the top of the knoll. The grizzled woodsman watched the bird’s approach over his frontier wife’s hat brim. Much to the couple’s dismay, a hen appeared… Old Northwest Territory, two ridges east of the River Raisin’s bottom lands, in the Year of our Lord, 1796.

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