On the weekends, I work at a site which houses a considerable wild turkey population. Typically, three wild turkeys, two males and a female (the boys have snoods, dewlaps, and tassles while the girls present a sleeker, less baroque profile. About a week ago, I had a lull between performing the necessary work tasks and picking wild raspberries, so I poked around on the internet and found a wild turkey soundboard. I then began "calling" the turkeys from my phone.
After a couple of plays, the turkeys started gobbling back at me, and the boys puffed like they were posing for Thanksgiving greeting cards:
I reached a point where I decided that I didn't want the turkey to see me as an amatory rival, and more importantly, I didn't want to harass my feathered compatriots, so I ceased my trolling. The boys usually engage in their conflicts in June, when they strut like ugly peacocks. There's no need to confuse them in August.