One day in mid May my grandson Eli had Friday off from school so we decided that we would go turkey hunting together. Knowing that teen agers usually don’t like to get up at 3:30 am I told him I would pick him up at 5 am. We went to four of my favorite haunts but with no luck.
At one of the spots we could hear some gobblers way off but couldn’t get them interested in our calling. At about 7 am we drove over to an old farm where I had some luck in the past. Out behind the farm house there is a junk yard, typical of many old Maine farms.
The junk yard has some old tractors, trailers, haying equipment etc. Beyond the junk yard there is a very large field. We looked out into the field and about two hundred yards away there was what appeared to be a turkey- but it wasn’t moving. There was no way to approach the turkey without being seen. We finally decided to sneak up as close as we could and hide behind the last tractor in the junk yard. The bird was still about 200 yards away. I got out all my calls and started calling. No matter what call we used the bird never moved an inch.
After about twenty minutes of calling there was absolutely no movement. I said to Eli” I don’t think that is a turkey.” He replied”I don’t think so either. Why don’t we walk up and see what it is”. So we did.
We picked up all of our gear and started up across the field. My next thought was that it must be a big porcupine out in the field eating green grass, as they are prone to do in the spring. When we got up to about 75 yards from it I could see that it wasn’t a porcupine and could see what looked like turkey legs and a beard- but there was no head on it.
I looked over to the edge of the field and could see an old outhouse about 50 yards away. I told Eli that it must be a decoy. I could now see the red wattles on it but still no head.
All this time we were discussing this with each other. Why would anyone use a decoy with no head on it.? Why was the decoy 50 yards from their blind? When we got up about 20 yards from the “decoy” all of a sudden a turkey head came out from under the wing and the gobbler started running across the field.
I said, “Shoot him Eli!”- and he did, making a good running shot. Apparently the bird had been sound asleep out in the middle of the field, which I had never seen before, and he hadn’t heard us walking up in the wet grass.
As it turned out, the bird was a full gobbler with a full tail and nine inch beard. However, he only weighed 12 pounds. A two year old gobbler usually weighs at least eighteen pounds . He either was a runt or something was wrong with him. He learned the hard way not to sleep in the middle of a field.
Anyway, Eli was tickled to death with him and it ended up being a good morning of turkey hunting. Come to think of it, any day spent hunting with a grandchild is a good day.