Turkey season here in Pa. is still a few months away, starting to count the day's till my favorite season. Thinking back to the encounters I have had with these birds, one of the most bizarre experiences I ever had with a gobbler was right in my driveway. Several years ago there were a flock of about 8-10 turkeys hanging around in the woods next to my house. I would see them roosting by the creek and sometimes they would cut across my yard to another set of woods. One cold morning I was leaving for work and was about halfway down my driveway when the turkey's crossed in front of me. I stopped the truck and watched as they crossed into my neighbor's yard about 35 yards in front of me. I coasted the truck down the drive a little further and watched them feed almost into the next patch of woods. When I stopped the truck a second time, my cold, frozen, dirty brakes squeaked. Well, this big gobbler let's out a gobble, turns, and starts trotting towards my truck. He gets to my truck and begins to strut around it. I realize what got his attention, so I drift forward and make my brakes squeak again. He goes NUTS! He begins to peck at my tire, rim, and he would stick his head under the wheel well looking for the source of the squeak. This went on for about thirty minutes ( I am self employed, so I had time to play his game and not have to rush to work). I continued to drift forward, back up, and squeak the brakes and this gobbler would just go crazy. I called my wife from my cell and told her to look outside, she asked why a turkey was pecking at my truck? After a brief explanation I told her to go get the video camera and bring it out to me. We waited till the bird was on the passenger side of the truck and she snuck across the yard and handed it to me through my window. I must have burned two gallons of gas going up and down my driveway playing this cat and mouse game with this crazy bird. I get out of the truck and sneak around the back of it to film the bird. When I move around the tailgate, he see's me and trot's towards me! I run back around the truck and get back in it. Now he is really mad. I put the windows down and hold the video camera out the window and begin filming as he is attacking my front tire. He then walks back towards my window and happens to see his reflection on the side of my truck (black paint) He has a fit, and begins to peck the SIDE of my truck at his reflection. Now I am pissed, it sounded like someone was pelting my truck with rocks, that's how loud it was! The only thing I could find in my truck was a long ice scraper behind my seat. I grab it and begin to yell at him and swat him in the head with it!!. HE DOESN"T LEAVE!!! In fact, he would bite the brush on my ice scraper when I swung at him, and he would actually pull some of the bristles out!! I was trying to hold the camera still and hit him at the same time. I did manage to get some of it on video. I fought him with the ice scraper for about three minutes, then I had enough and thought I had better get to work. I put the truck in drive and begin to leave. As I am driving down the rest of my driveway, I look in the mirror and he is running behind my truck! I turned onto the road, and he continued to follow my truck for about another 25 yards. My hunting buddy's didn't believe me. I took the tape to camp and played it for them, they were shocked. To this day, they say I should of sent it into America's Funniest Video's. I guess I didn't have to buy all those turkey calls, Dodge brakes and a shiny black paint job gets them within arms length.Anyone else have some crazy stories from years past?

Sounds like crap.

hahahahahaha thats funny. I saw a clip similar to what your describing on Police videos and americas funniest videos. I believe your story...

I have heard similar stories in news items from here in new england, in particular in the spring when the birds can get a bit ornery about things

I would never be so lucky. I sure hope one attacks me this Spring.

I have somewhat of a similar story, though not to the extent of the carnage as yours.

I was working in New Mexico in the middle of nowhere, around the town of Tucomcari. As I pulled up to this old abandoned farmhouse to take sample of the old water well, I noticed a flock of about 15 turkeys. When I got out of the truck, I was surprised to see them still there. I'm used to skittish Easterns, these Rios didn't seem that afraid of me. So, of course, I started calling with my mouth, trying to mess with them. Well the dominant gobbler immediately begins to side strut toward me and even let out the occasional gobble. I was completely shocked. I let him get within 10 ft of me, before I started getting worried that he was about to spur me, so I got back in the truck and started honking the horn. He immediately gobbled everytime I honked the horn. I then got out and took a few pictures before I left him alone and went back to work.

Kingvjack, I can understand your skepticism, but I can assure you that my mind is not creative enough to make up a story like that, nor would I ever do that anyway. I have spent 29 years in the hunting woods and have a few good stories, just wanted to share this one with fellow turkey hunters. I am going to try to find the video this weekend. My wife informed me that all our family video's and my hunting tapes are in one big box . grrrr!!!! [:@]

That is just too funny.

While hunting Rio's in SW Oklahoma a few years back, my hunting partner and I stalked up on a wheat field covered with birds. This was no small wheat field. The closest birds were 200+ yards away, and they didn;t seem too interested in anything we had to say (our calls). As we were resting our backs against a giant pecan tree, a hog fight broke out behind us near the creek. The wild squeeling immediately caused the birds to gobble. For some reason, that "loosened the up" and we called in two fat toms. They gobbled and strutted each time we called after the pig episode.

I've heard turkeys gobble at thunder, trains, an inadvertant slamming of the truck door, you name it. I haven't seen those things cause the turkeys to break from their hen friends like they did as mentioned above.

Just when you think you know what you're doing.....

I totally believe the story. The town I lived in last year was home to a flock of turkeys that nobody is allowed to hunt. They "terrorized" the neighborhood. I heard interviews with people that were attacked by them. Someone from work who lived on the other side of town where this happened had a nice shiney car all pecked up because a Tom saw his reflection and went nuts on it.