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
. Hurry Sundown
My buddy was having a tough time, but I wasn't letting it spoil my Texas trip.
Sure, he'd missed a gobbler the first morning. And yes, he'd goofed up a sure thing the next day. And OK, he'd missed another bird, too. But by gosh, we were in Texas, and I was going to enjoy myself. Shot a gobbler the first morning, too, so all was right with the world.
After getting that longbeard, though, I'd felt compelled to help my friend get on the board, and that's when all the misfortune ensued. Before I knew it, the final afternoon of my hunt had arrived, and I still didn't have gobbler No. 2.
No matter. I put my buddy in a copse of live oaks near a big wheat field and then set up about 200 yards from him in another small grove of trees. One of us would likely get some action as the birds fed through the area that afternoon.
Sure enough, about an hour after we'd set up, a distant gobble let me know a bird was headed toward my friend. In fact, I watched two strutters saunter right to his setup and ... then he missed again. Shot twice more, too, scaring some other turkeys out of the field.
Figuring every turkey in the vicinity was boogered, I was left with a choice. Wait the final two hours of my hunt by the now-deserted field, or hit the road in search of a hot gobbler. Trouble was, the mesquite flats bordering the field were wide open, so any attempt at walking and calling would represent more of a cutt-and-bump hunt rather than a cutt-and-run hunt.
The sun was sinking. How did I want to remember Texas? What would you have done? Post your decision below.
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