So the second was morning was not what I had hoped for....was set up where I thought they would be...but I was off by about 100 yards...no matter what I did I couldn't get these toms off them hens!!!! The hens wanted nothing to do with the new girls in town either...but I did see a nice mature bird that was beating the heck out of the other toms...the ting is..the boss was a hybrid and was kicking the crap and running of the white tip Merriams...kinda frustrated me...so after a while (like 4 hours) they moved off into the timber to the south and I thought this would be a good time to get some lunch and warm up...did I mention that it was 24 degress in the morning?? OUCH!!!
So after lunch I was talking to the land owner and she said KILL that bird...she wants him out of the flock, he has been running off the Merriams and she really didn't want this bird breeding more hybrids...well, I said I would do my best at giving that bird a ride in the truck.
So I started back in at 3pm...following the timber line and down in the creek...out of site...as I was going in I almost got busted by to very young jakes...they were on alert and gobbling fools. One thing I did notice that I was not used to was how vocal the hens were. They were squalking all day...so it was pretty easy to locate them.
I was able to slip in to where I wanted to be and put out Pretty Peggy-O in the pasture. With the lay of the land I basically had to lay in the pasture on a slight rise...had the ghille suit so I knew I could get it done. Well sure enough, after a couple of hours I hear the hens behind me talking and moving my way. About 30 min later I hear behind me...crunch crunch...and out pops 4 hens with those two jakes...they never even knew I was there and thought this is gonna be good!!! A few minutes later I hear more crunch crunch behind me...out pops 24 hens...NO gobblers though...I'm thinkin where are the boys at? Another bit of time passes and I'm watching these birds out in the pasture, squalking and talking..then boom...crunch crunch again...from behind me...out pops about 7 hens with 4 toms in tow. The biggest one I'll call William Tom. He sees pretty Peggy-O and comes over. He askes her if she would marry him, she said she would marry him but his guineas were to few and she was afraid her mama would be angry-o. He said what would your mama say,,when she hears my guineas clink...Pretty Peggy-O. Now sweet William he is dead and he died for a maid, and hes burried in the Iowa country-o!
