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.
Beneath, Between, Behind
I love the old Split-Road Farm. Honestly, I haven't killed that many turkeys there through the years, but I always have adventures and close encounters.
The place, as the name implies, is split by a county road, and it seems like turkeys are on one side or the other, but never in both spots. One morning in 2012, I listened from the road but didn't hear anything on either side. Then I flipped a coin and chose the western end. Sure enough, as I walked in, a bird gobbled from deep in the property. I hot-footed to get closer.
When I got about parallel with the gobbler, I found a decent tree, sat and yelped. He climbed all over it and then began frenzied gobbling on his own. That's when I realized my dilemma. He was only 120 yards away but on the other side of a deep glacial kettle that stretched almost the entire length of the property.
"That old logging trail on the southern end leads right from the paved road to his tree," I thought. "That's where I should be."
True, and had I heard him from the county road, that's the path I would have taken. But I didn't, so I'd taken the easy walk on the northern side of the timber, across the blasted ditch. Could he fly across the ditch to me? Sure. Could he walk across it? Yes, considering it was a very dry spring. But would he do either, or would he go all "turkey" on me and sit on his ridge and gobble his fool head off? There was no way to know.
I had to try him from across the ditch or walk all the way back to the road and toward him on the trail. Fly-down time loomed, so I had about a minute to decide.
What would you have done? Post your decision below.
Click here for Lovett's decision.
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