When I awoke and peeked outside, I breathed a sigh of relief. The torrential rain from the previous day had finally stopped. Read
Turkey and Turkey Hunting Blog
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
The Roosted Roundabout
There were three gobblers, and they were going to be tough to pull away from the hens they were with. Read