Chicken Poop Turkey
The farmer had placed a large pile of chicken poop at the edge of the field to be used as fertilizer. I noticed that there was quite a bit of turkey tracks and scratchings all through the poop. I had seen turkeys in the field several times and decided to set up camp there this morning.
My brother decide to go deeper into the woods about two hundred yards from the field. The only real cover near the poop pile was a brier patch. I cut an opening in the briers and backed inside, leaning against a small sapling. Not overly comfortable but it would do.
As the sun came up and the time went by, I began yelping with no response. I looked at the time and it was 11:00am. As we were into our half-a-day hunt (12:00pm) season, I began to think this might not be the day.
Suddenly, I spotted movement across the back side of the field about 150 yards away. A turkey, no a big gobbler turkey. As I watched through my binoculars, the gobbler slowly began making his way towards my set up. And I mean slowly. The gobbler never made a sound, he would only look in my direction when I yelped.
At 11:30am, the gobbler was 50 yards out and taking his time. As he made his way to the other side of the poop pile, I began scooting up towards the edge of the brier patch. I was trying to cut down on the distance.
My brother had began heading back towards the field as the time was ticking away. He had seen the gobbler out in the field as he made his way towards me. My brother had stopped just inside the woods to my left and was watching the gobbler. He thought I was asleep because to his view point, the gobbler was directly in front of me. He kept saying to himself, why don’t he shoot, he must be sleep.
As I made my way to the edge of the briers, I knew it was close to ending time but the gobbler wouldn’t come any closer. I rested my shotgun on my knee, and pulled the trigger. Bang. The gobbler rolled over.
My brother ran up to the turkey before I did and yelled “it’s about time, I thought you were sleep.” The shot ended up being 45 yards. The turkey weighed 25 pounds, had one and a quarter inch spurs, and a 10.5 inch beard. I was happy to smell like chicken poop the rest of the day.
