Not only I was risking my life running with a broadhead tipped arrow on my string but I am not Lukas Novotny so my aim was just pitiful :( ... and I was the only one running. The turkeys were just standing there, fifteen paces away, looking wise by comparison... The one I aimed for easily dodged the arrow... I guess he was not a soccer player
I had been within feet of a few turkeys and I didn't even let an arrow fly. :( Still, the day I would get one felt so much closer.
III. The third story is at the beginning of this thread. I learned this one first lesson that I feel changed the outcome of the hunt:
On every ocasion they spooked but not bad enough for them to take flight, not right away. I knew they would see me every time, the best I could hope for is that they would be a little scared, a little curious, and as predictable in their flight as possible.
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