With the camera still rolling, Josh and Jeff slipped back into the creek bed and slipped toward the bird. As I watched from the bank, I saw the bird begin to move toward us. Read
Hanging onto tree limbs and treading through the flooded bottoms, we started gaining ground on the birds. Finally, after about a half-hour of tricky walking, we were near the field corner. Read
Safely inside the tent, we were happy to stay mostly dry, but wondered if any turkeys would even hear the calls from the M.A.D. Cherry Bomb box call over the gusting winds. Read
There were three gobblers, and they were going to be tough to pull away from the hens they were with. Read
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Then a gobble echoed from about 100 steps across the hollow. The longbeard had apparently flown down toward the ridge and was working in to the hens. I yelped softly on a slate and then went into some soft clucking and purring. Read