... But after I had figured something got here, about a week or so later I saw her back up in the yard drinking and dusting so I sat and watched her for a while to see where she went and she went to a place WAY back in the woods were none of them have ever gone before to nest, and she did not want me to find that nest, she would take me on wile " turkey" chases when she saw me following her, she would let me get to a certain point then run back to the yard, then once I was back in the yard she would go back and we done this at least three times before I finally got smarter than her and I went all the way around the woods and came in through the back of where she was heading each time and found a spot and hid and waited for her to come back and then she finally did and didnt see me watching her and I saw her sit down in a patch of bushes...
Mark Twain wrote:
...In the first faint gray of the dawn the stately wild turkeys would be stalking around in great flocks, and ready to be sociable and answer invitations to come and converse with other excursionists of their kind. The hunter concealed himself and imitated the turkey-call by sucking the air through the leg-bone of a turkey which had previously answered a call like that and lived only just long enough to regret it. There is nothing that furnishes a perfect turkey-call except that bone. Another of Nature's treacheries, you see. She is full of them; half the time she doesn't know which she likes bestto betray her child or protect it. In the case of the turkey she is badly mixed: she gives it a bone to be used in getting it into trouble, and she also furnishes it with a trick for getting itself out of the trouble again. When a mamma-turkey answers an invitation and finds she has made a mistake in accepting it, she does as the mamma-partridge doesremembers a previous engagementand goes limping and scrambling away, pretending to be very lame; and at the same time she is saying to her not-visible children, "Lie low, keep still, don't expose yourselves; I shall be back as soon as I have beguiled this shabby swindler out of the country."
When a person is ignorant and confiding, this immoral device can have tiresome results. I followed an ostensibly lame turkey over a considerable part of the United States one morning, because I believed in her and could not think she would deceive a mere boy, and one who was trusting her and considering her honest. I had the single-barrelled shotgun, but my idea was to catch her alive. I often got within rushing distance of her, and then made my rush; but always, just as I made my final plunge and put my hand down where her back had been, it wasn't there; it was only two or three inches from there and I brushed the tail-feathers as I landed on my stomacha very close call, but still not quite close enough; that is, not close enough for success, but just close enough to convince me that I could do it next time. She always waited for me, a little piece away, and let on to be resting and greatly fatigued; which was a lie, but I believed it, for I still thought her honest long after I ought to have begun to doubt her, suspecting that this was no way for a high-minded bird to be acting. I followed, and followed, and followed, making my periodical rushes, and getting up and brushing the dust off, and resuming the voyage with patient confidence; indeed, with a confidence which grew, for I could see by the change of climate and vegetation that we were getting up into the high latitudes, and as she always looked a little tireder and a little more discouraged after each rush, I judged that I was safe to win, in the end, the competition being purely a matter of staying power and the advantage lying with me from the start because she was lame...
From: The Mysterious Stranger and Other Stories (Hunting The Deceitful Turkey):
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/3186/3186-h/3186-h.htm#2H_4_0014
Hens will also carry `bad eggs' from their nests to a considerable distance so as not to have any `appetizing' odors emanating from the (hopefully) concealed location: