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.
Dread and the Fugitive Mind
It had already been one of those days.
First, the alarm hadn't gone off, so my two friends and I were late. Then there was a truck parked where we'd wanted to hunt. Oh, and did I mention it was raining? On a good note, we were in Missouri, so we could quit at 1 p.m.
Not expecting much, we hit a back-up spot and set up. Lo and behold, our first yelps were met with raucous gobbling from deep in a timbered hollow just off the property. We were in business.
We continued calling, and the birds kept gobbling. In fact, they seemed to be getting closer. Soon, drumming filled the air, and we readied for the end of the hunt.
But where was the bird? We couldn't see it, and the gobbling from the hollow -- albeit closer -- seemed too distant to be from the same turkey.
"To the right," my buddy whispered.
I glanced to the right. Nothing.
"No, to the right," he hissed. "Way right."
I cut my eyes as far right as I could, and there he was -- a gobbler sprinting to our setup. The longbeard came so fast, in fact, that he was soon 15 steps away, staring at three dorky-looking blobs huddled next to a locust tree.
Stuck! The bird knew something wasn't right and was preparing to high-tail it out of there. To shoot him, however, I'd have to move forward and shift my gun 90 degrees to my right. If I tried to quick-draw the turkey, he might flush. But if I moved too slowly, I wouldn't get on him in time.
Panic started to set in.
What would you have done? Post your decision below.
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