Rufus is dead, but his legend grows. The now apparently internationally beloved wild turkey killed on opening day of Idaho’s spring gobbler season near the Jacques Spur Junction Cafe is approaching folk hero status (I’m writing a song about him right now). Problem is, Rufus’ story is another black eye for hunters. Among the many letters sent to the cafe, from as far away as Norway, is a poem to the hunter that reads: “Hope you can sleep at nite (sic), hope you choke on every bite.” What many of Rufus’ mourners may not realize is that many hunters probably share this sentiment. So post a comment below. Tell us (and the world) what you think about anonymous “hunters” who shoot half-tame gobblers from diner parking lots and run.