Lets Read

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The Lets Read Podcast · 363: WE ENCOUNTERED AN UNDEAD DEER | 10 TERRIFYING True Scary Stories / Rain Ambience | EP 348 · 8 Sep 2026 podcast

Now, we got to where we planned to park the truck just after dawn, a spot at the end of a dirt road which petered off at a thick patch of woods.

Now, we've been out there the year before, and Belmont's got the most perfect mix of rolling hills and oak-rich forest, which mean there'd be plenty of acorns dropping to fatten up those turkeys.

Look into it.

It gives them this natural flavor that the store-bought ones, I'll tell you, are lacking.

And we were walking and talking, sipping on some coffee as the birds started getting pretty noisy.

Then about a mile in, we threw together a blind with some camo netting and a bunch of larger fallen branches.

Now, I had a box call with me, one that my grandpa actually carved.

So for the first hour or so, I kept on letting out the odd yelp or cluck type of sound, trying to sound like a lonely young hen.

but the most we got was a few squirrels rustling around or the occasional deer snort off in the distance.

Josh ended up cracking a joke about how we'd end up having to shoot a possum and call it a turkey when we get home, but then not even a couple of minutes later, we heard that first gobble echo over from a ridge.

Finally, after what felt like forever of us just sitting there freezing our nuts off, we spotted a small flock scratching their way through the underbrush about 50 yards ahead of us.

Me and Josh are as excited as two little kids on Christmas Eve, watching them get closer and closer, totally none the wiser that we're sitting there behind all that camo netting.

We waited.

Then we waited some more.

Then right when the time was right, I brought up my 12 gauge and then made this one turkey drop like a sack of potatoes as I got a really fine hit on him.

Josh got another, but mine had been the bigger Tom, strutting all proud with his feathers fanned and his beard swinging.

But all it took was one pull of my trigger, and he flopped off in a puff of feathers.

Now we traded a few high fives, got to dragging these birds back to the truck, which made for one heck of a workout, as I'm sure you're familiar, and then started on the field dressing then and there, and then so we wouldn't have to mess with it back home.

Now, we were knee-deep in feathers and guts, squatting by the birds and trying to get them cleaned up before the sun got too high and warm things up.

Because Lord knows poultry smells like ass when the warm air starts getting to it.

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