When he called me with the news on Friday, he was about half way into his mile-long walk to the truck totin' that longbeard. He sounded a little tired, but, according to his story, he shouldn't have been. Something about taking off his hat, headnet, and gloves and laying done to go to sleep and having that bird's clucking wake him up. I'm sure he'll tell the story when he gets in from Seminole County.