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.
Manifest Destiny
The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota might lack many things, but it has no shortage of turkeys.
In fact, four years ago, a buddy and I were standing over a still-flopping longbeard when a distant gobble caught our attention. Sure enough, the bird was pacing back and forth along a wide-open canyon rim about a quarter-mile away.
"Brian, go kill that turkey," my friend instructed.
So off we went. I had to cross through two or three deep, timbered hollows to reach the edge of canyon, but the turkey was gobbling steadily, letting me keep precise tabs on his location.
Well, until I reached the edge of the timber below the rim, of course. Then he shut up.
"Geez," I thought. "Did I bump him?"
No way. I'd been well hidden. The gobbler was still up there, probably just over the apex of the canyon rim. I crow-called. Nothing. I crowed again. Zip. Reluctantly, I yelped on my mouth call. Silence.
Crap. If the bird was over the rim, he was likely more than 120 yards away. I could probably yelp him in somewhat, but I didn't have a decoy, so the turkey might hang up well out of range. However, if I tried to move closer, I'd stand out like the proverbial you-know-what in a punchbowl if the longbeard crested the hilltop.
Time for a decision, Pine Ridge style.
What would you have done? Post your decision below.
Click here for Lovett's decision.
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