On my first turkey scouting expedition this season, our vantage point came from the chalet – our no-nonsense gun blind. Joe and I were hoping to find out if any wild turkeys were in the vicinity, so we opened up the windows and turned on the propane heat.
In Search of Love
There’s no better justification for maintaining perennial food plots than to see how the wildlife benefit during srpingtime green-up. Whether they chomp on last year’s rape, which is flourishing from the root, or are devouring tender legume plants, it’s all good. Worms and night crawlers add to the smorgasbord of nature.
A gang of turkeys began their feast in the field of alfalfa and clover. The lone gobbler, on the other hand, had nothing but love on his mind. He pranced and paraded for two and a half hours, hardly ever stopping to share in the nourishing bounty. He took a few turns at gobbling, seemingly for practice, because the accompanying hens paid no attention.
Later a lone hen was headed up the path toward the chalet, so I hastily moved into camera position. In so doing, I made enough noise to alert the turkey to my presence and it proceeded to make a wide half-circle pass around us.
"I didn't like the sound of that."
All in all, a good day of scouting and a great day to partake in nature.
