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apparently all old ones, going to roost in top of yellow pines 75 or 80 feet from the ground. It was too dark to see my rifle sight except against the sky, but picking out the largest turkey I could see & holding the sight against the sky & then swinging sideways till hidden by the big black bird, I brought the old fellow to the ground with a heavy thud. He was a fine old gobbler & had his crop full of mainly wild oats, or chess[[??]], and besides the oats a lot of snails, a few insects, seeds & buds of various plants. Mr. Carroll tells me that later in the season he has killed them with crops full of acorns.

The turkey was not fat but the meat fried in steaks was the most delicious I ever tasted. 
 
The others flew to neighbouring trees or remained where they were & in the morning woke us before the sunrise calling & with two or three gobbles before they flew down.