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.
MRI Me ASAP
No, I hadn't scouted. How could I have? I live seven-plus hours from northern Missouri, and I'd driven down on a Friday night to hunt the weekend.
I had friends there, of course, and they'd provided me with the MRI (most recent information). We planned to set up at a small blind in a corner pasture where a gobbler had been strutting regularly. My buddy said the turkey was usually there by 7 a.m. and never had hens. That sounded good to me.
The next morning dawned cool and cloudy, and the only gobbling turkey was a country mile away. Two bearded hens pitched off their roost and sailed right into my decoy, but no gobbler showed. Right after flydown, however, a turkey hammered from the opposite end of the field. Loud yelping let me know he had plenty of ladies with him.
Dang it! The breeding flock was hidden by a pasture ridge, and there was no good way for me to approach the birds. And after a few minutes, it became apparent the turkeys were headed the other way.
I could attempt an end-around, but it might take more than a half-hour for me to get into the timber and circle toward the birds. Or, I could slither up the hill and try to sneak within range of the retreating turkeys. I could also stick to the plan and wait in the makeshift blind, hoping the breeding flock drifted toward me or the 7 a.m. strutter appeared.
The Missouri minutes were ticking away.
What would you have done? Post your decision below.
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