Many years ago I was casually sitting beside a creek, leaning back against a tree in the TX hill country. Not really hunting very hard. Not even in camo. I was waiting for deer but I heard turkey coming toward me from down in the creek. No place to hide so I sat as still as possible. As soon as one popped up over the creek bank and saw me the flock of 8-10 took to the air straight away from me. I raised my rifle with scope on about 6 power. They were so close that the lens just filled with black and I pulled the trigger.
Pure luck the bullet hit straight into the rear end of one. A 30-06 is not a good turkey gun.
The air filled with a cloud of black feathers. I picked up a half breast with one wing, one leg, and a head hanging off it. Took it back to camp to show my buddies. Then wished I hadn’t as they ragged on me the rest of the week.
