That was it. My season was finished, and it was time to put up the calls and move on to summer pursuits. Read
Brian Lovett’s Turkey and Turkey Hunting Blog
Some Like it Hot ... Not
I threw off the camo, peeled away the Under Armour and then prepared to stuff the undergarment in my vest. As I bent over, I heard something rustle in the leaves and then watched a gobbler take flight 20 steps away. Read
Feeding the Ticks on a Spring Day
The birds were in the middle of the field, so I parked out of sight, slipped through the woods to the corner, spied the turkeys at about 90 yards and set up. Read
Maybe We Should Have Slept In
After gobble No. 2, I snapped back to reality and grabbed a tree. The turkey was 100 yards away and seemed pretty
hot. Read
Pride and the Hasty Hunter
Trouble was, the birds stopped gobbling during our approach, so we had to take an educated guess about their location. Read
Timber in the Nick of Time
At about noon -- with one hour left to hunt -- the weather seemed to let up, so we hit the woods. Read