In "Decision Time," Editor Brian Lovett will share a scenario from his 20-plus years hunting turkeys. Each hinges on a critical decision. Post what choice you would have made, and then see how things actually turned out.
The turkey hunting tradition in Alabama runs long and deep, so I’m never surprised when I encounter traditional turkey hunting challenges there.
Pressured birds? Yep. Henned-up gobblers? Sure. Tight-lipped longbeards? Check. A combination of those? You bet.
But let me back up. One hazy afternoon, a friend pointed me toward a food plot at the end of a logging road and wished me luck. I slipped in quietly, set up and was getting ready to yelp when a hen beat me to it. An air-splitting gobble followed.
The gobbler was probably 100 yards away in a thick, nasty creek bottom. The hen was to my right, which meant I was between them. I eased a few yards closer to the gobbler and yelped softly on a slate. He cut me off with a double-gobble, so I readied my gun.
And then the hen yelped again and moved toward the gobbler. The longbeard, in turn, gobbled and moved toward her. I chimed in as much as I could, but I was already a third wheel. Within two minutes, the lovebirds had shut up and moved up the ridge.
No matter. It was close enough to dark that I figured the birds would roost nearby. The next morning, I slipped into where the gobbler had been, found a dandy hide and prepared for action.
Nothing. No gobbling, no drumming, no visuals — zip. The bird couldn’t have been far away, but he obviously wasn’t in the mood to play. I figured I could wait another hour at the setup just in case or try another area. Patience and subtlety are always good choices in Alabama, but I wasn’t so sure that sticking with that setup wasn’t a waste of time.
What would you have done? Post your decision below.
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