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.Disconnect at Dead Dog Ridge
During Missouri's heyday, it seemed like you could walk along any hardwood ridge and at least strike a turkey. That even held true for spots like Dead Dog Ridge, a winding, oak-studded spine that received its name, cleverly enough, because the odorous remains of a dead canine lay at its base.
Of course, striking is one thing. Working is another. And closing the deal is quite another.
And that's where two buddies and I found ourselves late one pretty April morning — set up on Dead Dog Ridge, trying not to think about the smell and attempting to do something with a gobbler we'd located down in a hollow. I was set up about 20 yards behind my friends, trying to float-call. At first, the gobbler had responded pretty well. After 10 minutes, however, he'd cooled off somewhat and hadn't moved closer.
Typically, I would have assumed that the bird had hens or was just being obstinate, and I'd have given him a heavy dose of silence. But every time I shut up, my buddy would start yelping like mad. Sure, the turkey gobbled, but it was apparent he wasn't coming.
That could have gone on forever, but Missouri closes at 1 p.m., and the clock was pushing noon. I had to make something happen, and I figured I had two choices: I could crawl to my friends and suggest that we shut the heck up for 30 minutes, or I could walk away from my buddies, calling all the while to sound like the hot little hen was leaving the area.
Which path would it be? Time and turkeys wait for no one.What would you have done? Post your decision below.
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