It seemed like things had just started to “get right” during the final five days of Wisconsin’s season. Birds that had been solidly henned up most of the previous week began getting lonely, and die-hard hunters willing to brave 2:30 a.m. wake-up calls and hordes of hummingbird-sized mosquitoes started scoring consistently. Read
Brian Lovett’s Turkey and Turkey Hunting Blog
(Way Up) North for Turkeys
It was surreal to listen to gobbling in the same cedar swamps and pine forests where I'm used to hunting ruffed grouse. The turkeys were there, and lots of them. Read
Classic Merriam's Hunting, Part 2
We found the trees, but after walking a half-mile or so we weren’t sure if we had yet reached the area Woodley suggested or whether we had walked right past it. Read
Livin' on Pine Ridge Time
If someone offered me two Butterball turkeys for the low cost of a 1,560-mile round trip on a few hours of sleep, I’d tell them to buzz off. But two hard-gobbling, snow-white Merriam’s gobblers for that price? Deal. Read
A Classic Merriam's Hunt
With a few hours of daylight left after arriving, stowing our gear and patterning our shotguns, my friend and I were eager to stretch our legs. Read
Tangled Up -- Bad
If you’re in the mood for the type of bizarre, goofed-up yarns only Eastern wild turkeys can provide, read on. Read