Trying to corral Tom, keep my muzzle pointed in a safe direction, direct the shooter, and stay out of her line of fire was enough to make just about anyone nervous. It was shoot an unruly Tom, or try and net him. In the end he felt no pain.

He had trapped her in her car the other day and didn't leave until she beaned him with a full can of Diet Coke. He would run from me but stood his ground when she was outside.

Watching the flock dynamics today was interesting as the lead hen started strutting and all the young toms were asserting their place.

He dressed out at 20.5 lbs and has a layer of fat about 3/4-1" thick in the body cavity.