The Kansas gobbler I shot had no spurs. They weren't broken off, either. The bird never grew them.
Only the small bumps of the spur caps were visible on its legs. Read
Turkeys gobbled like nuts on the ridge above us, and soon after flydown, a parade of hens and strutters passed along the far edge of the field and into a creek bottom. Soon, however, two black forms slithered down the ridge, and raucous gobbling followed. Read
Who was I to argue? But after an hour with little gobbling, the prospects seemed bleak, and it was time for a bathroom break. We left the blind, stretched and surveyed the landscape. Read
I glimpsed two black specks racing down the creek bank 150 yards away. Then, I watched two white heads pop up on the other side. Before I knew it, a strutter was purring aggressively while challenging our jake decoy. Read
The spacious cedar clump offered shade, cover and several comfortable tree trunks. It was a prime spot for an afternoon nap - er,
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