OK , I will spare you the fun I had for two days of chasing this flock and all the wonderful fall turkey sights and sounds that were the experience. Howver, this lone hen was really pleading up a storm this morning with lots of kee-kees and yelps. But she would not cross the ravine I was on and after about an hour flow off. I made a move or two and she flew to my side and began kee-keeing again. I responded and she was in sight, coming ever closer. At about 35 or 40 yards there she was and I had my bead on her. One problem was that the bead covered her so I aimed a little bit lower and took the shot. I couldn't believe it when she flew up and landed behind a down tree. I thought I missed and was kicking myself. I decided to see if I hit her where I saw her land and the chase was on. She took off and this 59.5 year old man (not a spring chicken any more and those Jack LaLane videos aint helping me either) was in persuit. Over dead trees and through the woods she went and I was right on her, she pinned herself under a log and as I reached to get her she took off but I had a hold of her tail, only for a second cause the next thing I knew, I had the whole tail in my hand and the turkey was off again. I caught up to her in a ravine and that is my tale, I mean tail of the hunt. What a work out and I was done at 0705 this morning and I am still out of breath. Ok Jeff, its your turn. I know the shots are coming and that I have been on your target list and know you have the goods on me.
