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I’ve been turkey hunting for many years. I’ve chased them across the hills of Kansas all the way through the cactus and brush of Junction, Texas. More than a few times I’ve been outsmarted by the clever yet goofy bird.

Turkeys have keen eyesight and bionic hearing. It’s often said they’d be impossible to hunt if they could smell. The tricky little fools can leave you feeling like an idiot at the end of the day. It doesn’t help that you can hear turkeys from far away; you can easily find yourself chasing them in the wrong direction.

For the last two years I’ve been hunting turkeys with Tek Outdoors at a ranch in Del Rio, Texas (less than five miles from the Mexican border). The turkey population on this 6,000 acre ranch is . . . promising.  

Thanks to the extremely dry and hot weather in Texas in recent years, turkeys have become harder to find. Last season I went home empty-handed. There were a large number of Jakes and hens but gobblers were scarce. This year, the gobblers were everywhere.

Photo Courtesy Texas Parks and Wildlife

I arrived at camp late Thursday night. Matt and I tried out his new truck-mounted predator call. In that seemingly endless open space, Matt’s truck looked like a spaceship that had landed in the dry desert in Rio Grande.

Right before dusk we scouted the roosting area from afar. With a purple sky as a backdrop we admired turkeys on top of the tree as the birds got ready to roost for the night. The gobblers had been unusually quiet for so early in the season, no doubt affected by the unusually hot spring weather.

The next morning we set up and waited. And waited. For two hours. Although we could hear active gobbling we saw nothing. We gave infrequent calls, using clucks mixed with yelping.

Finally, a couple of hens appeared. Still no Tom, even though we could hear them gobbling in the area. We got up and moved, walking towards the gobbling.

After a few more yelps we ducked down behind some cacti. Within minutes I spotted three males on the other side of the bushes coming towards us. A hen in the area was answering our yelping, drawing in the gobblers.

As I sat there, starting to feel the cactus on my butt, Tom came right around the corner looking for a hot hen.

[The effects of adrenaline never ceases to amaze me when I’m sitting with my gun so close, so very close, to my prey. I was literally shaking with excitement.]

As soon as Tom cleared the corner, I checked to make sure I was looking at a mature bird. I took my shot.

Tom fell, breaking my dry streak. I was elated. Hunting success is a beautiful thing — even more so when shared with a good friend.

I know that various outdoor pursuits — hiking, rock climbing, skiing, camping, etc. — give participants a direct connection to the natural world. For me, hunting ties me to something vast and eternal in a way that nothing else has or can.

I always give thanks after a kill. I thank God for his bounty. For this hunt, I thanked Him for creating a world where turkeys defy hunters — providing a lesson in patience, perseverance and humility that everyone can and should experience, one way or another.

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  1. Season opens here next week. I’m sooo looking forward to drilling one of those cunning birds.
    Well done Ms. Austin.

  2. Nicely done, great hunt and the story as well. It conveyed a sense of being there. What a nice mature Tom! Wild turkeys are soooooo delicious

  3. Liberte, Liberte, Liberte, You really need to loose the attitude and stop taking the hunt personally. Shooting animals can be challenging, but never doubt that you have a tremendous advantage. Shotgun, camp, vehicle mounted predator call. So please continue to share experiences, but lay off the “I’m so much smarter than the animals” attitude. If you need to brag, do it with, as you noted, humility.

    • (psst… you forgot to end with /sarc!)

      Good hunt, Liberte.
      Once again this year the only wild turkey I’ll get comes in a bottle.

    • Maybe I’ll graduate to turkey hunting some day as well.
      I have raised a few turkeys before, and they were tasty. I did feel a little bad when it came time to butcher them. My turkeys were much more friendly than my chickens have ever been. Speaking of chickens, I just picked up a few pullet chicks on Saturday, for the backyard flock.

  4. “[The effects of adrenaline never ceases to amaze me when I’m sitting with my gun so close, so very close, to my prey. I was literally shaking with excitement.]”

    Congrats on the hunt, that was a fun read.

    Poor Tom. I hope he went quick.

    (Teach him the dangers of chasing females… We guys never learn…)

    • If we learn the human race really is doomed. Getting our genes out of our jeans is sorta the reason we’re here.

      We ain’t Vulcans.

      • “We ain’t Vulcans.”

        (Cocks head to the left and contemplates jwm’s wisdom.)



        (It looks like the adrenaline was impacting your blood pressure, Ms Austin. In the foreground of the pic at top, your nail root is *brightly* flushed, so the blood was certainly pumping fast…)

        • Looks like nail polish to me. Pink. I prefer blue when hunting, but that’s just a personal choice.

  5. Heh. I still remember a few years back my dog put a turkey up a tree.

    Ever seen a turkey fly? It’s the funniest thing in the world. It’s like watching a fat kid run a 100-yard dash.


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