I like it when I'm sitting up against a big oak tree waiting for that first gobble, meanwhile the suns rays peak through the black forest, lighting everything up for the first time that day. Then finally when that gobbler is 10 feet away from you in those early morning hours stutting like theres no tomorrow with the sun reflecting off his irredescent feathers making a palette full of differnt colours. He struts and walks with such confidence thinking he is so safe and alone with this/these hens. Its just fun to watch them do what they do.