Yesterday on one of the back roads I happened to pass a Jeep that was letting off two hunters. Neither of them would I have wanted in my kitchen, or even strolling across the yard. Each had an overunder shotgun, capable of bringing down large marauding moose, and were wearing the old red and black check hunting jackets. As they started toward the edge of the field one was waving his gun around as he walked, swing swing swing. They kept looking up into the trees as if they expected the turkeys to be roosting up there in the middle of the day.
In this instance my money is on the turkeys. But just to help things along, as I drove by I hit the horn, for about 600 yards. Probably nothing more than a gesture, but any turkey strolling about that field might have the sense to head for cover.
And if nothing else, I felt it was my little statement about the way of the world when grown men go after the dangerous wild turkey that has been hand fed by the Fish and Game people...some things just feel good when you do them, empty gesture or not