Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-34343471-20180815215554/@comment-34622140-20180818144207

Opal,

Here’s my turkey story.

I am from Michigan, but live in NC. A few years back I visited my distant uncle in northern lower Michigan. He and my aunt lived right next to a smallish woodlot where there was a group of wild turkeys. Sometimes they fed the turkeys and the turkeys became a little aggressive. Eventually the turkeys were waddling up to the sliding glass door on the deck, pecking at the glass in a menacing way, demanding food.

Now, in Michigan, at the time, it was legal to hunt turkeys, but hard to get the license. I believe the actual season for hunting wild turkeys in Michigan is quite short. My uncle was lucky enough to get a license though. When the opening day of turkey season came around,he was ready for it. The kicker is that there was not a turkey to be found! They all went underground the day the season on them started!

How did those turkeys know?