Going on a turkey hunt

Last week, I was in the turkey woods well before daylight.

The day promised to be perfect for a spring turkey hunt, calm winds that would allow the sound of my plaintive hen yelps to carry back into the woods where I knew several turkeys had roosted. I had “put them to bed” the previous evening while scouting.

Several gobblers sounded off from their roost tree just before dark to my owl hoots. The stage was set this morning for a close encounter with one or more boss gobblers as I placed Henrietta, my plastic hen decoy, about 25 yards out in front of the brushy fence line I intended to use to conceal myself from what I hoped to be a close encounter.