Friday night was spent around the campfire. Earlier that evening, I had been unable to locate a roosting turkey. However, all was not lost. I ate at Bridge's Catfish House for the first, and certainly not the last, time.

Saturday morning was fruitless. I began the long hike up to West Bridge Road in the semi-darkness. Nothing. Slowly hiked to Yellow Jacket Road and set up down in the bottom. Nothing. Walked slowly to the intersection of East Bridge Road and Main Road. Nothing. Walked down to the end of Main Road and set up. Nothing. Them turkeys just as smart as the deer.