Photography courtesy of Lowell Washburn, all rights reserved.
Today’s forecast called for mostly sunny skies. With temperatures hovering at 16-degrees, the partially open wetland where I’d seen quite a few ducks yesterday would now be reduced to an airhole or two; birds would be concentrated – good place to put a photo blind. I had almost reached the marsh when a frog strangling fog descended on the land. The deepest the snow cover makes the heavier the fog, and this stuff was dense. Arriving at the pond, I probably couldn’t see 50 yards past the road. Not good, especially since I didn’t know for sure if there was even any open water left.
Switching gears, I decided to look for turkeys. My call was already in the truck and it was still plenty early. The woodland I had in mind was only a couple of miles away. Although the early gobbling was less than I had hoped, turkeys came off the roost in good time and were pleasingly active. Attached are photos of a two-year-old tom and his Super Jake buddy. You hear a lot of theories about the so called ‘Super Jakes’. What they really are are very early hatches that experienced a more complete tail molt than what is average for first year birds. Looking at the photos, I noticed that both birds have already broomed the tips off their primaries. That takes a lot of struttin’ in winter snow.