It was the second period of Wisconsin’s Spring 2010 turkey season. I’d struck out the first day, leaving myself only a quick morning hunt before heading south. Thankfully, I was on the same ridge with the gobblers, and they were pepper-hot. Read
Eddie Salter and Phillip Culpepper, Team APG, recently won Realtree’s Beards or Bust turkey competition, defeating Jeff Shepard and Daniel Thomas, Team AP. Read
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