When I awoke and peeked outside, I breathed a sigh of relief. The torrential rain from the previous day had finally stopped. Read
Tag Archives: Kansas Turkeys
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
The Roosted Roundabout
There were three gobblers, and they were going to be tough to pull away from the hens they were with. Read
The Spurless Gobbler
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
Going Two for Two With One
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
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