This is the landing we drove to, home of the elusive wild turkey. Steven started to make some sort of turkey noise and I proceeded to make a snort of laughter. However, to my surprise, I heard turkeys frantically gobbling in reply. It was quite amazing to watch him call them in closer and closer, and all you can see is the dark shape as they run from tree to tree, like little woodland ghosts. Well, not so little, they weigh about 20-30 pounds. They didn't come within shooting range, which was fine with me, and eventually they decided to roost for the night. Who knew that wild turkeys fly into trees at night to sleep?