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I tell my self “just stay calm, don’t move or even breathe”. I’m still really out of breath from running. My heart is racing. But I stay calm and he starts feeding around. When he’s not looking, I’ll get my pants un hooked from the fence. Afterwards slowly crawl over on hands and knees to a big round bale of hay that’s sitting in the back of the field. The ground is a little wet from the dew. |
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Now he’s meeting over across from me with the others .Turkey are not so much smart but have eagle eyes. They also hear very well. If you spook them in any way, they take flight then the hunt will abruptly come to an end. I’m sure they will start feeding back my way soon. I know their pattern. So slowly I rise up from my knees and stand beside the hay. I load my gun. I’m very careful because three toms means six eyes watching for any little movement. But carefully I brace my self and wait. I still remember the smell of the hay. I notice that the grass is really starting to grow again, after a long dormant winter, the calm morning breeze blowing all the smells of spring in the air.
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