78 NEBRASKAland • APRIL 2017
I
watched 63-year-old Lloyd Warren stalk turkeys through the woods like he was in high school.
…I didn't see a turkey all day, but stumbled upon my first patch of morel mushrooms.
…that one tom hung up on that logging road just out of sight, gobbling his head off but unwilling to
move any closer.
…that one tom didn't hang up on the other logging road, walking right into shotgun range as his
gobbles echoed into the trees arou nd us.
…my wife leaned out of the truck window and gobbled at the roadside tom, who immediately gobbled
back, making our young children laugh hysterically.
…I scratched my nose, while in full camouflage, with a turkey more than 300 yards away – only to
watch him and his flock of hens run as fast as they could in the opposite direction.
…I was told by a hunting partner that it wasn't worth crawling a quarter of a mile to get a shot at a tom.
…I found me a new hunting partner.
…the sun hit my hen decoy at just the right angle in the woods, starting a race between two toms to see
who could run into gun range faster.
…I slowed down just long enough to see how beautiful a turkey truly is, causing
me to repeat this ritual every time I have a successful hunt.
Cheers to the start of another year of frustration, elation, heartache, and perhaps
even a tear or two shed in the woods to all you hunters this spring in the best turkey
hunting state in the nation. I just hope those tears are from joy.
Jeff Kurrus
February 1, 2017
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