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, then see how things actually turned out
. Case of the Crooked Creek
Now and then, you experience events that make you raise an eyebrow. Maybe it's just me, but turkeys seem to play a big part in that.
Several springs ago, a buddy and I struck a gobbler in a thick, wooded creek bottom. The bird responded enthusiastically and sounded like he was coming, so we scrambled to a wooded point east of the turkey and anxiously placed our shotguns atop our knees. Despite all the initial excitement, however, the bird progressively lost interest and faded away off the property.
The second morning, the creek bird was hammering again. We crept in as close as we dared, set up at the edge of a small meadow just 60 yards north of the turkey and went to work. The bird honored my soft tree-yelping and soon hit the ground with a thump. He uttered one ear-splitting gobble on the ground and then shut up. I was convinced he was coming. Forty minutes and one tepid going-away gobble later, I knew he'd again wandered off the property.
I vowed not to waste any more time on the bird. There were too many other turkeys on the property, and we only had a few more days to hunt.
The third morning, we were a half-mile west, listening from a high spot near a big oak ridge, hoping to hear some birds in the timber. As you've probably guessed, regular gobbling soon emanated from the familiar creek bottom to our east.
Sheesh. We were stuck between trying to work a very frustrating, uncooperative turkey or prospecting elsewhere. Which would it be? What would you have done?
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