Out for a walk in the back forty one day I hear the familiar sound of turkeys over a rise just in front of me, so I hunkered down and crept up to the crest and poked my head over. Not more than ten yards away were three huge tom turkeys clustered up tight with one another, feathers all puffed out, and sounding ****** off. They looked at me, I looked where they had been looking and an equal distance away was a big old cat, crouched and looking like it was ready to do battle. The cat looks over to where the Toms attention hat been diverted, me, and lit out of there like, well, a scalded cat! The Toms' combed their feathers back smooth and calmly walked away making sounds that made me think they were being pretty smug about the predicament I had got them out of. There was no season open at the time, although I usually have some form of weaponry with me, I was completely unarmed and the cat left unscathed.
Robby