Been hunting them since I was old enough to be carried through the woods on a spring morning.
Have been blessed by the Lord and allowed to kill my share of mature birds for the last 45 yrs.
I have never put out a camera, put out feed, or stand hunted them like deer. I do not agree with,
nor condone field ambushing or fanning them. I have never shot a bird in the Fall, nor one that
was not love sick and pursuing me. My pawpaw would come back from the grave and bitch slap me daily for these actions.
You have not lived till you watch the woods wake up on a spring morning, duplicate the sound
of a great horned owl punching his time clock as he calls it a night, hear the monarch of the
woods gobble from a tree at daylight raising even the finest hairs on the back of your neck to attention,
begin a military style manuver that would make Rambo jealous to get as close to him as possible (but not to close),
to set up in the right spot, to call to him the right way; trying to convince him to reverse mother nature
and come to you instead of allowing his harem to assemble around him as he struts in his laire. To hear the
wings beat like a military chopper in slow motion as he descends his night perch, to hear the leaves crunch
just out of sight as he starts your way, to hear him spit (a sound they make while strutting that can only be
heard from a distance of less than 50 yds), to hear him drum (another low gutteral noise many people have never
been blessed to hear, sometimes known to stop a healthy man's heart from beating at times) to witness the mixture
of 7-8 colors that appear to be illuminated via black lights (and most have not been identified or duplicated even
by people much smarter than me) on his head the moment he drums, to feel him jar the ground similar to that of a mild
earthquake with a gobble you weren't expecting 20 yds away; all while knowing if you think about possibly blinking or
breathing to heavy, he will see you, he will feel you, and he will be gone into the next zip code before you can push
safety off or even realize you've been had. And even if and when you have the ultimate reward of lowering the boom on
his face; to feel the excitement closest resembling that you had when your first child was born, but at the same time
being completely saddened that the ultimate game is now over for the day and another one of the most amazing creatures
on the planet is returning to dust; all is well and good in your soul!
Yep, I kinda enjoy spring turkey hunting Done Right! You have to have experienced it to understand it. Very few things
compare. Sex with a hot woman is almost as addictive and fun!

Preston Pittman always said if you ain’t bumping them you ain’t hunting them

I sit in a blind on a greenfield pretty regularly.
My percentage went up when I started doing that.

I try to bump as little as possible

I like watching them flop 😀