I fought the hen and the hen won

HENAfter four hours of mowing and weedeating around the old house at our Comanche County lease, it was late afternoon. An area of the property had previously been leased to deer and turkey hunters, but no more. I had only seen one turkey in the area in the past 24 years, but decided to go look for tracks.

A short distance from where I parked, a set of tracks passed through a muddy area.

Might as well call a few times.

The second call got a loud response. Hearing from others that some toms were quietly coming to the calls, I waited. I finally saw his head peak above the tall grass and brush about 90 yards away.  But he wouldn’t come any closer.

At least we know there are some turkeys around.

I tried another spot a few hundred yards away, and after about 20 minutes, made my second call and the noisy battle began. A gobble followed by a hen calling just as loud and unprofessionally as I was. She was close but the tom was on the neighbor’s land.

She was so loud I wondered if there was a trespassing hunter close by.

Over the next five minutes, the scenario repeated a dozen times, but the gobbler sounded farther away.

Then came the hen, and she was mad. Clucking, pacing by my decoy, she was within 10 yards. The tom didn’t follow her, though, and she walked off in the direction of the gobbles.

I wonder if the tom was waiting?