The Best Turkey My Husband Ever Brought Home

Earlier this year while turkey hunting, when my husband arrived at his hunting spot in the middle of the woods it was still pitch black dark outside. The kind of darkness when you can’t see your hand in front of you face. While getting his gun and decoys out of the truck he felt something bump his leg. Now he couldn’t see anything and of course was startled. He jumped away and shined his flashlight and was very surprised to see a tiny little lab puppy. He was out in the middle of the woods a long ways from any houses. He shooed the puppy away and continued getting ready. As he bagan to walk to the spot he wanted to hunt he felt something bump his leg again. He looked down to discover that the puppy was following him. He figured he could fix that. So he put the puppy in the bed of his truck thinking that he would not be able to jump out. He began walking again and had went almost a mile when he felt something bump him again. That little puppy had managed to jump out of the truck and catch up with him. Now my husband is pretty serious about hunting and knew that if he had a puppy with him he stood little chance of seeing a turkey. So he shooed the puppy again and kicked it away. It then went and layed down in some tall grass. He began walking again looking over his shoulder and saw no sign that the puppy was following him. He had gone about a mile more when he arrived at the spot he wanted to hunt. He went and walked to the left about thirty feet or so and set up the decoy and the turned and went back about fifty feet and sat down under a tree. He sat there about ten minutes and noticed something moving in the brush. As he watched he saw that little puppy walk out into the clearing with his nose to the ground. He then walked out sniffing the ground and turned to the left and went staight to the decoy. When he got there he sniffed around abit and turned and walked staight to the tree my husband was sitting under. He looked at my husband and then went and layed down a few feet from him. My husband decided that if he was going to lay quitley to not worry about him. About thirty minutes later he heard turkeys gobbleing back up toward where he parked the truck so he decided to go back that way. He walked back almost two miles and the puppy stayed behind him about twenty feet with his nose to the ground following every step my husband took. When they arrived back at the truck my husband sat under another tree and once again the puppy went and layed down a few feet away. Well after awhile my husband gave up and decided to head home. When he got to the truck the puppy was right on his heels. He said it just sat staring at him. He called me and asked me what he should do. I told him to do whatever his heart and consious told him to do. See normally my husband is hard and does not have sympathy on animals like that. Especially considering on closer examination the puppy seemed to be in poor health and close to starvation. Well about thirty minutes later he showed up at the house walked in with his gun and other hunting stuff. I asked him what he did with the puppy. He told me to go look in the floorboard of his truck. When I got there there was a small tan puppy curled up in a ball asleep. I took him in and bathed him cause he was really dirty. I then fed him and he seemed to be real happy. He took right away to my other dog and my cats and wanted to play with them. We were still worried about him thought because the was so thin. We worred that we would not be able to fatten him up. Well later that night me and my husband were talking about what to call him. My husband said we should call him Tracker. Had it not been for his tracking skills and him being so persistence in wanting to be with my husband he would have been left in the woods to suffer what ever fate came his way. So seven months later we still have him and he his for the most part healthy. He has some problems from not having the proper nutrition while he was growing those first weeks of his life. We figured him to be around nine weeks old when we found him. But other than that he is a very happy, well behaved dog. I think he is truley thankful for the second chance he got at life.