Wouldn't like to meet him alive in the woods. My brother-in-law shot one last year in Western, MD while turkey hunting. Four of them were running down a small deer. He got one but the others vanished.
Walked right up on one and had a stare down about 10 years ago in North Potomac (Monkey Co.), in a woodsy area off Piney Meetinghouse Road. This was behind a house I was building. There was the eeriest feeling of primeval wildness about it. It had flourescent green eyes, and was darker than most coyotes. We stared at each other, ten feet apart, for 5 or ten seconds, then it turned and walked back into the woods, pausing after a few steps to look back at me over its shoulder.
That's pretty gross. It reminds me of the line in The Great Outdoors when Roman says to Chet, "Look at the size of the maggots on that meat".
Where are the local turkey buzzards when ya need 'em for cleanup duty?