Turkey Fighting
by M. Wilson

My Buddy goes turkey hunting and sees nothing. On his way out, he pulls off the road to check a field where he sees a bunch of birds, and a few of them strutting. He pulls off, grabs his gear and off he goes. He claims he belly crawled for 300 yards or so, but eventually he gets to where he needs to be and gets a shot. BOOM - Bird down. Now he grabs the bird and he's off to the local bait/archery shop to shoot the bull, brag, bum smokes and hopefully stick around for a free lunch.

He gets about two blocks away and, for whatever reason, decides to look in his rearview mirror. When he does, he sees his tom standing on two legs looking from side to side out of the bed of the truck. He pulls over in an empty gravel parking lot of a towing company, drops the tailgate and lunges at the bird. The bird is now mostly alert, still standing, and jumps out of the side of the truck into the parking lot.

The chase begins. He's lunging and diving at this bird and taking arm loads of gravel, plus this one is fighting back too. You'd think by now he's knows how to fight a turkey. Cars are pulling over, pointing, laughing and honking at him. He somehow gets back to the truck and finds a shovel. Well, let’s just say that this bird won't make a good mount now! Anyways, I did see his arms and he did take quite a whipping.