Funny Turkey Hunting Stories

[barry]

probably seen his waddles!!!

And maybe his snood!!!

[longspur]

 A foreigner comes to a local wma here in NE Ga. for a turkey hunt. after the hunt he puts his bird in the trunk and starts to leave. Just then a warden pulls up and ask if he had any luck.
hunter- yea I got one
warden- is it a good one
hunter - yea, it a big one
warden - can I see it
hunter -  sure   (gets out and opens the trunk)
warden -  THATS A HEN!!!
hunter - nah, thats a TURKEY

thats an old one but somebody may not have heard

[BOFF]

About the second or third year I had been turkey hunting I was out with my brother behind our uncle's "Condo" ready to hear that early morning Gobble.  At this point in my life I carried a red Hankerchief in my pocket to blow my nose on.  We got in the area well before daylight.  Normally we carried TP or napkins in case nature called.  Well this morning we didnt.  My brother leaned over to me and wispered asking me if I had a napkin or TP.  I said no.  A few Minutes later he leans back over and asks if I had my Hankey.  I said no you are not using it.  A few minutes later he leans in and says "part with the hankey of this hunts over".  I handed it to him.  He walked off about 30 yards and begins his thing.  It is almost daylight at this time.  In the Middle of it, a thunderous Gooble echos out.  He scrambles to finish and wipes and rushes back over to our spot.  He set up about 15 yards behind me.  I see a hen approaching us.  She came up to 10 feet away from me.  My brother called her around to him.  Then I see and hear him.  About 100 yards out I hear my first spit and drum.  I see him.  He starts to head up the hill to my left.  Finally he comes out into view.  I put his head in the crosshairs and BOOM.  Dropped like a rock.  We walked up to get him.  You could see where he had flopped down the hill.  My brother asked where he was standing when I shot.  I pointed it out.  He laughed and pointed to the red hankerchief not 10 feet away from where he was standing when I shot him.  We can only guess that the white hind end of my brothers caused him to shock gobble, and the red hankey made him think it was a big bad Tom looking to steal his hen.

He was nicknamed the Poo Gobbler.  (but since this is a family oriented sight I cant use the actual name, but you can guess what word comes before Gobbler)

probably seen his waddles!!!

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God Bless,
David B.