fallhunt wrote:fallhunt wrote:
in my exsperience hens and poults will die from fear.
Dont believe that because I got a good story to counter that. A couple of years ago I had a hen come up with what looked like a bad leg. She was in a little thicket and would barely come out when I called to her at maybe 30 yds away. I thought I could shoot her through the thick brush so I pulled the trigger. Wrong, she flew about 100 yds into a fence row. Now since this bird was already wounded I decided I was going to go after her and bring her home. So I walked up the fence row hoping to flush her out. She didnt flush out untill I was right on top of her and when she did I couldnt get a shot on her. She flew about another 100 yds into a 4 acre wood thicket. So I followed her again and when I got to the woods I noticed her right in the middle. I got in position to shoot at 40 yds and as soon as I got my sights on her she took off again in flight. I shot and down she went. When I got up to her she was laying on her back and her wings and legs were spread out.
I set my gun down to take a little breather after walking what seemed about half a mile and as soon as I put my gun down she jumped up and took off running.
I chased after her on foot and caught her and proceeded to stomp on her head to finish her off. While I was packing her back to where I had my gun and vest she never made a move. I tossed her on the ground and was thinking that the beep beep bird was finally dead. I was putting my vest on when all of a sudden she jumped up AGAIN and took off running.
I chased her down again and when I caught her I pulled out my knife and cut her durn head off.
The morale of the story is just because they are not as big as a gobbler doesnt mean that they dont have the will to survive like one.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
Ralph Waldo Emerson