Below is a comment from a reader that I’ve decided to make into a post. I will enter my comments in brackets throughout the post.— Peron
My family and I lived in Northern Arizona in the early 1970s. My grandfather, father, and uncles were all avid hunters so they knew the area well and they knew what kind of wildlife were in those woods and what kind was not. Or not supposed to be.
I was about 13 years old and my younger brother was about 12. We went out turkey hunting with our grandfather early one morning. Not long after sunrise we were going down a dirt road when we spotted some turkey going up a hill. We stopped, got out, and proceeded to try to get one. The turkeys didn’t panic or anything and slowly continued moving up the hill as we followed. My grandfather wanted the big tom turkey and, oddly, we passed by several hens who didn’t seem alarmed at all. I thought this was kind of strange.
[I’ve been able to get pretty close to turkeys but typically they become alarmed very quickly and take off.]
The tom turkey went out of sight near the top of the hill so we never got him and, of course, the hens followed. We decided to search the top of the hill to see if we could locate them again but we never found them. In fact, we never even heard them on top of the hill which was another odd thing because as they were moving up the hill they were pretty noisy. Continue Reading