Foggy Morning
I was listening intently from a field’s edge. The heavy fog wasn’t causing any slack in “bird music”. The warblers, cardinals and even the blue jays were all in great tune. However, the gobbler music was absent. I slowly walked along listening and even called a few times. NOTHING!
I walked back towards the car to see if any other hunters were around and I couldn’t see any cars . Just then I heard it… a gobble! I heard the second and the bird was across the road on a familiar point. I circled his position to eliminate any chance of him seeing my approach from below. The big bird was silent.
Crow in the fog
I, once again, circled further around and heard him gobbling once more but the gobble was muffled. I set up along the hill’s ridge and I never heard another “peep” from him. Turkeys are known for such behavior. I sensed he was “henned up” again.
After a spell I crossed the road again and began a short tour around the hill to try to stir up a gobbler with loud calls. The morning was quiet. 
I saw three deer; some squirrels; heard grouse drumming on his log; pileated woodpecker; ‘coon and a hen turkey. I quit early for I had to play gospel music later on near the community of Corsica in Clarion County, Pennsylvania. And I had some chores around the house to do too.
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