Turkeys are very reactive, but they make up for it by not having a long memory. My lesson on this comes right from the back yard of my house. For the past decade, we've been sitting out back in the evenings enjoying the deer and turkeys. During season and for some time before and after, we will have regular visits from gobblers, coming up to the house. They spot us and run off like scalded cats. . .
. . . but then they're back the next night to repeat exactly what they've done. Some nights they get closer than others. Sometimes it may be the color shirt I'm wearing or the dogs or the kid's bagpipes that set them scurrying. However, every encounter seems like a fresh experience to them. I never see the gobblers acting apprehensive as they approach, sometimes from 300 yards out.
When the Good Lord was passing out traits, He made a wise choice with turkeys. When you figure it, for as skittish as gobblers can be, if they had the intelligence to remember, they would probably all die of a nervous disorder. My birds will sometimes haul up and run off at 450 yards, just at the sight of me coming around the side of the house. However, they're back in the same pasture in a day or so. Even shooting shotgun at them, does not seem to create a lasting impression.
That's one reason I wonder at times about the catechism surrounding pressured birds. Yes, I know. I am just an old bird that squawks at everything anymore. However, given the experience of my own birds in my own back yard, I cannot help but think we give these boogers a little too much credit sometimes. It seems like God wipes their slate clean every night on the roost, and it's probably a good thing too. If I knew I was going to wake up to something as ugly as a hen turkey every morning, I don't know how long I or my species would last.