A few weeks ago I was in the stand in the afternoon at the edge of a hard wood stand overlooking a hay meadow. I was enjoying the sights and sounds of the day watching a group of jakes and toms work their way across the middle of the meadow.

All of a sudden the birds stopped with stretched out necks in alert and then took off in a dead run.

I could not figure out what had them spooked, I could see anything in the field so it wasn't a bobcat or coyote.

Then I caught something in the corner of my eye falling from the sky in full dive was a bald eagle locked in on the flock. Timming is everything because there was one lone osage orangetree at the end of the field and just as the eagle hit the turkeys made it to safety.

But when he hit the sound of gobbles and birds flying and feathers flying was unbelieveable. Alas the eagle missed.

There were actually two eagles working the area and they kept those birds pinned down for about an hour.

I had always thought of bald eagles as fish hunters and had never witnessed anything like this before. Now, I know why those turkeys always bust me in the stand in the fall.

It was awsome and had only wished I had it on tape.