Wild Turkey Tales

By Allison Crews

Proof positive that turkey hunters are not marching to the drums the rest of us hear. These lighthearted, funny stories about an otherwise normal family during springtime in Mississippi will have you laughing alongside them...without suffering through the many indignities imposed upon them by the eastern wild turkey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Allison Crews
• Release date: Mar 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781311964205

Allison Crews

Allison Crews lives with her husband, two boys, and an endless supply of horses, retrievers, cats, and numerous other animals on a farm in central Mississippi. She graduated from the University of Mississippi with a master’s degree in business administration and an undergraduate degree in English.

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Wild Turkey Tales

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Allison Crews

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Also by Allison Crews

Antithesis – Antithesis Series, Book 1

Impasse – Antithesis Series, Book 2

Nemesis – Antithesis Series, Book 3

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To my husband, Jim Crews. The best turkey hunting partner a girl could ever have.

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Where the Feathers Stop

Now, don’t get your hopes up, Dees. Afternoon turkey hunting rarely produces much action, I said as we drove to our spot.

Dees Murphy is a beautiful thirteen-year-old girl who is my number one babysitter during duck and turkey season. Last year when she was with my two boys, I came home with the largest gobbler I’d ever seen – and the only one ever killed in my backyard.

I had promised her since then that I’d take her on a hunt, but had not found the right gobbler for her this year. Many turkeys had gobbled beautifully for me, but none in a consistent spot close enough to home for me to take a beginner.

But this was a new spot...an unhunted spot for this 2001 season, and the landowner had just invited me to hunt a gobbler that had been seen that morning off the back porch.

So I made the call, Dees accepted, and at 5:30 p.m. we were on our way.

Coated in camouflage and Cutter’s, we tiptoed through the pine woods along a field where the gobbler had been seen several mornings. Should he still be in the field, it was critical that we moved soundlessly through the woods. Not an easy thing to do after late season birds in Mississippi.

Like Elmer Fudd and company we stepped and stretched over brambles and briers creeping and crunching as carefully as possible. As we neared the edge of the field, I cleared a spot for Dees, settled her against a pine tree, and clipped all branches and wiggly weeds away from her. I preached to her again the importance of being still still still.

Now, for the critical decoy.

I deftly approached the barbed wire fence confidently stepping over the top strand – and stayed there. For five minutes that seemed like five hours I tried to dislodge the barb without moving and plunging it deeper into my thigh. The great turkey hunter with her student – hanging on