The birds never really cranked up. In fact, the gobbling actually waned and then stopped for several minutes. But at flydown, several turkeys pitched from the treetops, flew toward us and landed near a water tank. Read
Tag Archives: Texas Turkeys
Riding Off to the Rio Roundup
"I'm not getting my luggage and gun, am I?" Nope. Read
Livin' on Lone Star Time, Part III
Roost gobbling was sporadic, but one gobbler seemed to fire up a bit after he hit the ground. After two or three sequences of soft yelping and cutting, a bird hammered back directly in front of us. He was coming. Read
Living on Lone Star Time, Part II
Turkeys began gobbling almost immediately to the south, so I slipped in as far as possible and then sat against a small live
oak. Ideal? No, but it was the best I could do. Read
Living on Lone Star Time, Part I
The thermometer read 27 the first morning of our hunt, but the April sun and loads of hot-gobbling Rios quickly dulled the chill. Read
A Four-Gobbler Limit?
Head south for a land so rich in turkeys, your tag won't be filled until you hit four. Read