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.
The Altar Boys
I'm a pessimist by nature. Too much turkey hunting, I guess.
Now and then, however, the little optimist on my right shoulder chimes in, making me try things I'm sure are hopeless. How I loathe him.
Three springs ago, I took two good friends on what would surely be a fruitless turkey walk. We'd killed a bird that morning, so the day was already a success. However, one buddy didn't want to quit and insisted I try the small property across the road from his house. He was adamant because our other friend hadn't killed a turkey in years.
Sure, I'd go. And believe it or not, as we walked up a small hill toward the woods, a distant gobble rang out. We carefully topped the hill and belly-crawled to a stand of planted pines bordered by a field. The property line was within sight, so we could go no farther.
I yelped, and the turkey double-gobbled. He might have been a quarter-mile away and was well off the property. Sigh. We'd never kill him, of course, but my buddies seemed like they wanted to try. Whatever.
I sent my turkey-less friend ahead and told him to set up at the edge of the pines down the hill. I stayed back with my other buddy atop the hill. Because the birds were so far away, we just kneeled in the grass like altar boys, not wanting to take the obviously pointless hunt too seriously.
My first calling series sent the gobbler and another longbeard into a gobbling frenzy. They hammered at everything I sent toward them for about 10 minutes and then shut up.
"Good," I thought. "Soon we can go to work."
Then I heard a yelp about 40 steps behind me in a small line of trees. A thunderous gobble followed, and before we could do anything, two gobblers and three hens burst from the trees and walked behind us. They had traveled a quarter-mile and crossed a town road to find the source of the calling -- which, of course, was kneeling like an idiot with his buddy atop a hill. A couple of birds saw the two buffoonish kneeling blobs and got rubbery, but one gobbler and a hen were too far below the lip of the hill to bust us.
Crap. The turkeys were on one side of the hill, and my turkey-less buddy was on the other, with a pair of kneeling twits in between. Failure seemed imminent, but we had to try something. What would you do? Post your choice below, then click here to see how things really turned out.
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