Camping down here in southeast Nebraska for the shotgun turkey opener with my brother-in-law Dave Flanagan. We had roosted several toms last night and were working some birds this morning in the power lines when we began to hear a strange noise.
As the noise grew louder, we exited the blind to see what was going on. Man were we surprised when this helicopter buzzed us at around 70 feet. I could have hit it with a stick!
I waved at the pilot as he hovered over us. Just goes to show you how, in the turkey woods, bad luck can strike at any time. Oh but the gobbles I heard this morning were worth the price of admission!