Got this email this morning about a visitor to my Dad's backyard. He lives in Vermont, and about 50 feet into those trees is a railroad track where it turns from village to town land.
He said funny thing is, he was going to buy a turkey tag last night and go into the woods this morning for his first time ever turkey hunting, but he decided against it....
Said it was a lone hen. I told him this evening to throw out a call or 2 right at sunset and see if anything is roosting out in the back yard.


