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.Another Day in Mexico
If you go way back to the sixth installment of “Decision Time,” you’ll remember how I shot my first and only Gould’s during a three-day hunt in Sonora, Mexico.
I didn’t care that it had been a tough hunt. I didn’t complain that I felt like I walked from one end of Mexico to the other. And I didn’t mind that my bird was possibly the smallest adult Gould’s gobbler ever recorded. However, I was concerned because a camp-mate hadn’t shot his bird yet, and his hunting options were dwindling.
Let me back up. I shot my gobbler on the third day of the hunt on a small, rocky ranch surrounded by majestic Sierra Madre Occidental peaks. The key to that spot — as it is throughout much of Mexico — was that it held water. Most of the turkeys seemed to be wadded up in one giant breeding flock, but they were always near the old ranch yard and its stock tank.
Actually, after several hours of trying, my guide and I hadn’t done anything with the breeding flock, but we’d yelped in several jakes and my bird, a diminutive 2-year-old. When I shot, the breeding flock erupted from the area near the stock tank and hustled up the mountain. No matter. I was tagged out. But what about my buddy?
Had I been at home, I would have hit another spot the next morning. After all, I’d just killed a bird and boogered the rest to high heaven. But we weren’t at home and, not being intimately familiar with that part of the Sierra Madres, didn’t have many other options. My buddy would have to hope the ranch-yard turkeys weren’t that spooked or try his luck in parts unknown.
Our flight left at 9 a.m., so he only had one shot. What would you have done? Post your decision below.
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