The Turkey Flock
About an hour later, I noticed a hen turkey pop out into the field about seventy five yards away. Then a second hen, a third, and before long there was a total of twenty hens feeding out in front of me. I thought surely there would be a gobbler in the field at any time.
This was perfect, live decoys walking around. Thankfully, I had sat down just inside the woods near some thick undergrowth that gave me ideal camouflage. The hens never saw me as I watched them for an hour.
I never made a sound as I had the real things just talking away. Eventually, three gobblers made their way into the flock. Strutting around, looking all pretty, just out of shotgun range. I tried to call them closer but they weren’t buying into it.
It was nice to just sit and watch and gather information about the turkeys. The different sounds they make. The body languages and such. Even though I didn’t harvest anything, I truly enjoyed the entire morning.
