Mooselette and the Turkey

My #1 Granddaughter, Mooselette, is turning 4 this week. She came over to the house for an indoor campout over the weekend. I put her tent up in the family room, built a fire in the fireplace, and found some good night noises on Youtube.

For activities, we took a trip out to Southern Ohio Dog and Game to watch the deer. That plan got a little blown up. We had stopped at Frisch’s on the way, and Mooselette had some leftover onion rings. I got the smart idea to take them along. We had a loaf of bread as well. A button buck seemed to take the first onion ring with relish. However, a young doe came over and nibbled on one of the onion rings, with quite the opposite reaction. All of a sudden, she spits out the ring, lets out this surprised bleat and ran off. The entire herd did the same and for the rest of the time we were there, watched us warily from inside the treeline.

Sunday morning, we got up well before first light, and rode out to the nearby county park. I had heard a rumor of turkey taking up residence there. We took along a good selection of calls. Sure enough, we got a response on the Shamanic MK I shortly after arrival. Mooselette and I followed the trails and finally ended up on the far side of the Mill Creek, sitting on a massive fallen Sycamore tree, calling to this gobbler. He was still in his roost when we got there. about 80 yards out.

Mooselette and I tried a few calls on him. He would honor most of them, but his response was rather lackadasical. After a half hour, he flew down and walked off towards the adjoining fenced preserve throwing gobbles back over his shoulder. We retired to the nearby Waffle House for a chocolate chip waffle. On the way back to the house, I drove to one of the access gates on the other side of the preserve. The gobbler was still out there, still honoring our calls, but moving more and more into the inaccessible part of the preserve.

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