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
Brian Lovett’s Turkey and Turkey Hunting Blog
Winning the Waiting Game
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
Blinded in Kansas
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
Rio Roundup, Day 3: Hangin’ at the Condo
The spacious cedar clump offered shade, cover and several comfortable tree trunks. It was a prime spot for an afternoon nap – er,
hunt. Read
Day 2 Dawns at the Rio Roundup
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
Riding Off to the Rio Roundup
“I’m not getting my luggage and gun, am I?” Nope. Read