The gobbler hammered from almost the same spot. As we waited patiently in a timbered bottom about 150 yards away, he flew down and shut
up. A few minutes later, however, a faint gobble let us know that he was farther up in the timber. We abandoned our setup and closed the distance. Read
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On the Way to the Turkey Roast
Several more owl hoots provoked numerous gobbles, and we nailed down the turkey's roost tree. Read
Kansas Redux
The chase involved crossing the flooded creek via a slippery log. And even after we navigated that, we had to crawl the field edge to get a visual on the gobbler. Read
Quite Tight Like That
The bird was in a timbered creek bottom bordered on two sides by massive fields. With the creek being so high, we'd have to get close to the longbeard to call him in. Read
Sodden Ground Zero
When I awoke and peeked outside, I breathed a sigh of relief. The torrential rain from the previous day had finally stopped. Read
The Brunch Bunch
The birds gobbled — but just not on the property I was hunting. I'd tried to pull a turkey from the neighbor's, but he seemed content to stay put. With a 9 a.m. Easter brunch deadline, it didn't look good. Read