Dad's Dumb Turkey Story
Now the story you are about to read is not dumb, the turkey you are about to read about was dumb. It all started on a foggy morning before sunrise as pictured below. Having never hunted a Fall Turkey before I brought along a camouflaged hat and shirt and a turkey call that I probably did not need. Pictured below is where I started sitting from about a half hour before sunrise to about a half hour after sunrise. I got impatient pretty quickly and figured walking around was the better plan.
To the right of the picture which would be west, there is a small wooded area. I walked through there and the dozens of squirrels made me think there were turkeys nearby. I kept walking, sitting for tem minutes at a time every ten minutes or so. As I approached a small hill, suddenly two very small turkeys flew up off the ground into a couple of trees and then flew a bit farther as I approached. I was certain I scared them off, and they should have been, but refer to the title.
I sat down against a tree desperately hoping the turkeys would come back... knowing full well they would have to be pretty dumb turkeys. Guess what. They were pretty dumb turkeys. Not even five minutes after I sat down I heard two turkeys making there way back towards me! I raised my Remington 11-97 12 gauge shotgun and as soon as a head peaked over the little hill I squeezed the trigger.
That's the end of the story! It was delicious. Prince John loved it.