After about 10 minutes, the gobbler suddenly flew down off the roost-straight at me. I thought he was going to land in my lap, all 20 pounds of him. When he hit the ground, he wasn't five steps away and he made me instantly. We had a Wile E. CoyoteÂ¿Â¿Â¿Road Runner moment, and then he was hauling. I was a little rattled, myself, but I got the shot off and picked up the bird less than 20 feet from where I'd been sitting. The meetings and discussion groups went on for two days. The cocktail party at the end, when business was done, featured the usual inconsequential and insincere conversations. Dinner was slow getting started. Then it dragged on like a close election. There were speeches that nobody would remember, not even the people who gave them. It was late when I got back to my room.