The Mass Killing Of Turkeys Thanksgiving,Is one of the worst times for us turkeys. We have to run and hide from this terrible fate of being killed by those terrible humans that eat us on Thanksgiving day. We have to not just worry about Thanksgiving during this time also foxes and other large animals. Lately, I’ve slept in a tree or underground. I have been keeping patrol for hunters and animals so I can survive another year of Thanksgiving without getting in there treacherous hands.
There is one thing in the woods that is really exciting and that is turkey hunting. Turkeys will get your heart racing and you blood rushing and have you shaking in just five seconds. When he comes up there strutting,spitting,and drumming, that’s when it gets real. When you hit that “yawt yawt” and he cuts you off gobbling that is when you know that he is just as good as dead. I am gonna tell plenty of turkey hunting experiences that i have had so i do not have to have a works cited page or nothing.
On public land, you may not get one CONCLUSION Public land hunters need to know where the birds roost, feed, strut and travel, and, most importantly, how they react to hunting pressure, Successful public land hunters have to work harder and smarter. Remember calling soft is seductive. Gobblers have excellent hearing and are able to hear even light calling at long distances. Hunting turkeys on public land will be full of fun if you carefully follow the above steps. Turkey hunting is not about making a show but taking the turkey
Tom almost fell off the windowsill he was sitting on. None of the other turkeys or animals took him seriously. They laughed about it and then went about their business. Tom realized he had to get away from the farm, and fast! The next day the farmhands were loading a truck full of winter goods for the farmer’s market.
The farmers ran down the icy roads with “clubs to harvest the pheasants that sat helplessly in the roadside ditches”. These farmers are already prepared to hunt down and harvest these poor cold pheasants. Although the parents may be satisfied with their decisions, children can have many difficulties. The farmers’ sons did not bring “clubs, or snacks, or anything but themselves”.
I went, set it up, then got it ready for the next morning. When I went in the next morning the blind was trashed also smashed into the dirty, brown, mucky, ground of the earth. There was no way I was going to be able to shoot this deer, it was too smart for me. The landowner 's daughter had been listening to our conversations about the hunt and the genius deer. She came up to me and said “Hey mister, what if you put a treestand across the field from where the deer comes in also, put a ground blind where it comes in then when it messes with the ground blind that will leave you with a perfect shot.” I couldn’t believe it, his eight year old daughter was smarter than both of us.
When they get to the school they get bullied a lot and they don 't like it, so they decide to go back to the island to see the Spirit Bear one more time. When they get to the island there are NO trees, NO animals, EVERYTHING was gone. Except for one big white thing out in the distance. So they started to walk over to it and it started to walk over to them. When they got about 15 feet away.
All of the newborn Turkeys went to Camps when they were born. We were all taken here so we could get taken care of and we would get fed. Most Turkeys thought it was nice of people, but that wasn’t the real truth. We were taken care of and fed so that we would become big Turkeys and then we would be killed as well. They would use all of us for Thanksgiving.
I love that place I always switch between the 1/2 pound burger or the 1/4 pound burger depending how hungry I’am that day, where as my dad and grandpa usually get the steak. But after a great dinner and a well needed rest we set out again to do some more hunting and hopefully get me a deer. But instead of me getting one my dad got one and it was a nice one. It was a 3 by 4 buck and it was huge he had to shoot it three times just to finally kill it. It wasn't until he started to gut the deer that I finally learned the true gruesomeness of deer hunting and I loved it.