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
. Little Dreamer and the Doomsday Machine
The gobbler lived in a small chunk of woods bordering a dense Alabama swamp. Everyone knew about him, yet no one wanted to hunt him. The bird was evil.
But my friend and I were on the final day of our Alabama trip, so we had nothing to lose. We'd each killed birds earlier that week, so a last stab at the bad turkey seemed like a fun idea. And if we killed the gobbler, we'd be camp heroes.
The longbeard gobbled sparingly on the roost but really lit it up after he was on the ground. In fact, the turkey gobbled more than 100 times, honoring our yelps and clucks like a 2-year-old that had never heard a call. However, he didn't budge.
"I'm going to yelp at him one more time and then shut up," my friend said.
And he did. The turkey gobbled, and then my buddy put his diaphragm call in his shirt pocket and fell asleep. The ploy seemed to work, however, as the longbeard continued gobbling for about five minutes. Then, the bird went quiet.
"He's going to slip in for a look or disappear forever," I thought.
Sure enough, a half-hour later, I caught movement to my right. The gobbler eased quietly through the pines, stepped onto a logging road and searched intently for the source of the calling. My shotgun sights were directly on his wattles.
But that was the problem. The bird was in the open with his neck stretched high. However, he was at the very edge of range or perhaps beyond it, and I was using an unfamiliar shotgun from the gun company that had sponsored our hunt.
I had roughly one second to decide whether to fire and hope for the best or let the evil gobbler slip away forever. What would you have done? Post your decision below.
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