The gypsy of all gobblers strutted into 15 yards yesterday. This bird is one we hunted, and talked about in the report, as his penchant for covering large distances and crossing several major roads was well-known. He’s a great old bird with a big hook on the end of his lengthy beard. His body size is pretty pronounced as well, especially visible when he stands next to other toms.
It just so happened I was playing in the backyard with my two sons, when a gobble rang out from the bottoms right at about crossing time. Sure enough he was already headed in our direction, could I get him to put on a show for the kids?
I grabbed my vest and one of them under each arm to head to the edge of the field and driveway. A few yelps and a dozen or so gobbles later, there he was at 15 yards looking for his hen. Did I mention he was out in the open, ready for a beautiful shot that was not to be made? Go figure, hunt them for a few days, waiting patiently for the perfect bow shot, and I’m offered one a few days later from the edge of my driveway, with a 5 yr. old and 2 yr. old in my lap, and none of us wearing camo.
That pretty much sums up turkeys and turkey hunting. 
Joel
