A buddy and I were hunting a new wma in Georgia one time. Back before smart phones. I had hunted it once before, but hadn't explored it much and the map was very very vague. Well about 9 that morning it had just stopped drizzling and I struck up a was of birds in the distance. On the way to them, we crossed an old barb wire fence. I didn't think twice about it, there weren't any signs and I was pretty sure we were a fe hundred yards inside the wma based on the crappy map. Well we get to a section of fresh burn pines, leading to a burnt sage field. Eased up on it and dropped to our bellies in the wide open burnt pines, when we saw birds. I started cutting to those hens, and they fired up and took off on a jog straight to us. 5 gobblers were in full strut 30-40 yds behind them coming our way. Those hens got all around us, and about the time the gobblers got in range, they started putting. We pulled up and emptied our guns (only ended up killing 3). Well one of them wasn't hit that hot and had to shoot him 2 more times. Standing there, trying to figure out how we had just wasted $60 in shells for 3 birds, I hear a 4 wheeler crank. Looked at my buddy and said time to go. He was slow to react, so I grabbed two birds and ran for it. Just about made it to the woods when I saw a 4 wheeler come out of the trees on the other side. Kicked it in to higher gear and spent the next hour making a huge loop back to the truck. Even went so far as to drop a bunch of feathers, blood and shells at one spot for a fake crime scene. Well we finally emerge from the thicket, and there's this sob sitting on his atv at my truck. I'm pretty sure it's over at this point. He stands up and asks why the hell we were running? I decided to be straight up with him and just told him that we were new to this wma and didn't realize we had gotten on to his land til we heard him coming. He starts laughing his ass off and said the wma line was another 200 yards on the other side of the field, he's got bad knees so the warden let's him drive his atv back in there. Said he just heard our miniature dove shoot going on and wanted to come see what we had killed. My buddy was some kind of pissed that I just mad him sprint through the woods for an hour for no reason

..you always stomp out gobbler tracks, even on ground you have sole permission on.
.... You have made a fake kill sight, cleaned out around base of tree, empty hull in rd, neck feathers around 30 yds from tree.
.... You have placed a feather under someone else's windshield wiper

Confucius say,.. man who has torn pants climb many barbed wire fence.

Every time you hear a crow you stop wat you're doing and listen for a gobble no matter wat time of year it is

Yep, and no matter where you are!

Yep....MrsGomer actually called me out on this the other day. we were walking into Target in ttown and a crow sounded off from one of the light poles in the parking lot and I froze for a second. She turned around and just rolled her eyes and said "I really don't think you're gonna hear any turkeys in the Target parking lot." Just habit

If you and a buddy empty a 100 dollars worth of shells and still wonder how that bird is alive.

When ur buddy points out that you never leave a boot track even on public land

I hate people that walk in the road

A buddy and I were hunting a new wma in Georgia one time. Back before smart phones. I had hunted it once before, but hadn't explored it much and the map was very very vague. Well about 9 that morning it had just stopped drizzling and I struck up a was of birds in the distance. On the way to them, we crossed an old barb wire fence. I didn't think twice about it, there weren't any signs and I was pretty sure we were a fe hundred yards inside the wma based on the crappy map. Well we get to a section of fresh burn pines, leading to a burnt sage field. Eased up on it and dropped to our bellies in the wide open burnt pines, when we saw birds. I started cutting to those hens, and they fired up and took off on a jog straight to us. 5 gobblers were in full strut 30-40 yds behind them coming our way. Those hens got all around us, and about the time the gobblers got in range, they started putting. We pulled up and emptied our guns (only ended up killing 3). Well one of them wasn't hit that hot and had to shoot him 2 more times. Standing there, trying to figure out how we had just wasted $60 in shells for 3 birds, I hear a 4 wheeler crank. Looked at my buddy and said time to go. He was slow to react, so I grabbed two birds and ran for it. Just about made it to the woods when I saw a 4 wheeler come out of the trees on the other side. Kicked it in to higher gear and spent the next hour making a huge loop back to the truck. Even went so far as to drop a bunch of feathers, blood and shells at one spot for a fake crime scene. Well we finally emerge from the thicket, and there's this sob sitting on his atv at my truck. I'm pretty sure it's over at this point. He stands up and asks why the hell we were running? I decided to be straight up with him and just told him that we were new to this wma and didn't realize we had gotten on to his land til we heard him coming. He starts laughing his ass off and said the wma line was another 200 yards on the other side of the field, he's got bad knees so the warden let's him drive his atv back in there. Said he just heard our miniature dove shoot going on and wanted to come see what we had killed. My buddy was some kind of pissed that I just mad him sprint through the woods for an hour for no reason

Every time you hear a crow you stop wat you're doing and listen for a gobble no matter wat time of year it is

"You might be a turkey hunter if you crossed a barbwire fence and not thought twice about it."