We also saw a rooster pheasant following after a hen pheasant that day. I learned to recognize the Cardinal's song and the Blue Jay's song. And I now know that scritchy jibber jabber I've heard so many times before is a gray squirrel. The smell of wild leeks drifted through the air. At first to me, it smelled like a pizza burger. Don't ask me why, but it was the first association my nose and brain made of the smell. then it became more of an onion-y smell.(Which is as it should be)
While no tom turkeys showed up and there was no quarry taken, it was still a good day. A very zen day, really. Sitting quietly in those woods. Taking in nature. Being apart from stress of the 'civilized' world.