The Peacock

All my hunts are different, but many are very similar. However, a few are very different, and one of them is this story today.
About 15 years ago, I was turkey hunting near where I lived in Paducah, Ky. I started my hunt at daylight; I had been chasing a couple of long-beards for over an hour. Finally, the gobblers had gotten quiet, and I decided to set up on the front field. I set up some decoys and called every once in a while. Decoys are like every other tool in my arsenal; sometimes they work, and sometimes they don’t.
I got the hen decoy set up, and I positioned myself just near the corner of the woods for a good 25-yard shot if the ol’ gobbler came to investigate. I had made a couple of series of calls over 45 minutes with no success when all of a sudden, a blue head appeared from the woods only 50 yards from my position.
Soon a peacock emerged, walked up to my hen decoy (Henrietta), and circled her 3 or 4 times. Then it pecked Henrietta, and she fell over; it was hard to keep from laughing. I started calling, and the peacock started toward my direction; it was searching for my calling. It came within about 5-yards of my position, stopped just to my right, jumped up on a log, and let out a woman screaming cry. I sat quietly and motionless until the peacock was gone.
I found out later that there was a business located down the road from where I was hunting called “Barnyard Buddies.” I believe the peacock had escaped from there. Now I can say that I have called up a peacock. Get out in the woods and experience whatever God sends your way. (What is your unusual hunting story?)

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