The weekly tribune and the Cape County herald. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1914-1918, 1915-11-12
V orbeck Totes
Twisted Turkey
7 ale To Town
Tore Turkeys Toe to Tease
The Turkey, Then Told the
Tale to Tickle Town.

All hunters are requested to kowtow
before DR.. J. c. Vorbeck. He is king
of the king of the outdoor sport.
In five hours yesterday he was with
a party of hunters in Scott County
who saw with their naked eyes more
than a hundred wild turkeys and killed
eighteen.
The Cape physician was the guest
of William and John Dohogne on their
big farm near Kelso. He reached the
Dohogne home shortly after 10 o'clock
yesterday morning, and after oiling up
his turkey callers, he ate until few
minutes past noon.
He then welt forth to Stay. The
party had Just reached the barn lido
you get that ?-the barn. when Bow
ser, DIR. Vorbeck's prize turkey dog,
made a stand.
Don't shoot EN-, Doc" shouted John
Dohogne. "They are too young to eat.
Wait till we get to the woods"
On their way down to the woods,
which was about three blocks from the
house, DR.. Vorbeck says, they passed
a mother turkey and thirty five half
grown hens and gobblers.
Dr. Vorbeck's lower jaw sagged
when he reached the fringe of the
woods and looked up and down the
rows of trees. "Not a blamed turkey
in sight" he moaned.
elbow your caller, Doc" cried Will
Dohogne.
The physician braced himself against
a sapling and turned all of his surplus
air into the caller
"Gobble! gobble! go-o-b-b-l-l-eee"
whistled the caller. There was a rustic
from the underbrush. The doctor cock
ed his gun and put away his caller
Almost like a dream, forty-two full
grown turkeys rushed out of the
woods and circled about the Cape Cir
ardeauan
Bang. Bang. Boom. growled DR.
Vorbeck's old turkey gun in rapid sue
cession. A cloud of smoke rolled sky
ward and as it raised above him, the
physician stopped low in order to count
the dead at his feet. He knew that the
law only permits one hunter to STAY
three birds in one day, and Doc VOr-
beck is stickler for law and order.
When the smoke disappeared, the
flock had vanished and there was not
a feather in sight.
"a little wild, Doc" murmured Bill
Dohogne. "Blow your whistle again"
Three gobbles from the caller
brought forty more turkeys out of the
woods. Dr. Vorbeck took dead aim and
fired three times before the smoke
obScured his vision.
! When the smoke cleared. large
gobbler was fIuttering at DR.. Vor-
beck's feet Realizing that his right
hand was mighiter than his gun, the
physician dropped his musket and
started in pursuit.
The gobbler led the doctor a merry
! chase. Into the woods and out again,
they dashed. DR.. Vorbeck knew that
the turkey had a broken wing and one
toe was shot off, and he was conf
dent that in an Endurance contest, he
would win. But he soon discovered
that the gobbler could go some.
The physician was breathing like a
horse with the heaves as he emerged
from the woods, trotting behind the
crippled gobbler. To end the agony,
Bill DohOgne shot the turkey, which
tOppled over a corpse at the phys
ician's feet.
DR.. Vorbeck complained of his back
and declared that he could not con-
tinue the hunt longer. He returned to
the house while the Dohogne brothers
hunted while longer When they
Joined the doctor at the Dohogne home,
one carried nine and the other eight |
turkeys DR.. Vorbeck's bird made the |
eighteenth.
The DOhognes presented DR.. VOr-
beck with seven turkeys and he start
ed for home. When he reached this
city, he spent two hours exhibiting
them to his friends.
Those who looked the birds over,
pronounced them turkeys, but of the
barnyard variety. 1t was intimated
that DIR. Vorbeck probably shot the
birds while they were in the fattening
pen. but he Indignantly denied the as
sertion.