The bird was in a timbered creek bottom bordered on two sides by massive fields. With the creek being so high, we’d have to get close to the longbeard to call him in. Read
Turkey Hunting Blogs
Sodden Ground Zero
When I awoke and peeked outside, I breathed a sigh of relief. The torrential rain from the previous day had finally stopped. Read
The Brunch Bunch
The birds gobbled — but just not on the property I was hunting. I’d tried to pull a turkey from the neighbor’s, but he seemed content to stay put. With a 9 a.m. Easter brunch deadline, it didn’t look good. Read
Fly Me a River
With the camera still rolling, Josh and Jeff slipped back into the creek bed and slipped toward the bird. As I watched from the bank, I saw the bird begin to move toward us. Read
The Tricky Creek
Hanging onto tree limbs and treading through the flooded bottoms, we started gaining ground on the birds. Finally, after about a half-hour of tricky walking, we were near the field corner. Read
Against the Wind
Safely inside the tent, we were happy to stay mostly dry, but wondered if any turkeys would even hear the calls from the M.A.D. Cherry Bomb box call over the gusting winds. Read