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Your guide to turkey guns, loads and chokes for spring 2010
I saw her again last weekend and I’m not gonna lie—I really want to call her in, shoot her and take her to the taxidermist. Or at least I think that I do. She’s a triple-bearded hen that I’ve now seen three springs running and a totally legal turkey (of course) to take come opening day of turkey season in a couple of weeks.
I’m truly not a “trophy hunter” by any means nor can I really afford the taxidermy bill, but I’d surely get her mounted. She’s just an awesome-looking bird. I’ve intentionally hunted her two fall seasons in a row without seeing her, but feel as if, given the opportunity this spring, I’d try to take her. [ Read Full Post ]
In many ways, spring gobbler hunting circa 1984 bears little resemblance to turkey hunting today. Back then, decoys were not part of the picture, turkey vests had yet to become fashionable and no one in his right mind would have considered using a gobble tube to call up a tom—that is, if the gobble tube had even been invented. It was a time when making a gobbler sound off on the roost in the evening could be as simple as slamming the car door.
In fact, when Outdoor Life Field Editor Charlie Elliot wrote about exactly that in an article back then, hunters around the country copied the grandfather of modern-day turkey hunting. Car doors slammed along back roads from the heart of Dixie to New York’s Catskills—and birds gobbled in response. Nowadays, spring toms are a lot more reluctant to gobble out their evening roost locations.
So what do you have to do to roost a bird in the evening for the next morning’s hunt? Here are a few ideas for locating longbeards.... [ Read Full Post ]
Field birds are hands down the most frustrating of all turkeys to hunt. You can see them. You can hear them. You just can’t seem to yank them into range no matter what you pull out of your bag of tricks. Don’t give up hope just yet. [ Read Full Post ]
Like many other companies (such as Eddie Bauer and Ducks Unlimited), D.T. Systems is bringing along a mascot puppy that they will follow through the training process from puppyhood to adult working dog. The e-collar company’s pup is aptly named D.T. and is being trained in monthly segments by Dan Ihrke.
If you remember, Ihrke was part of the two-day dog-training seminar I attended about three years ago, along with George Hickox, and for which we did a giveaway for here on Gun Dogs blog. [ Read Full Post ]
I, admittedly, enjoy turkey camp debates—even the heated ones. Perhaps my favorite is the one that begins something like this: “Been out there scouting every day, but I haven’t heard a thing. They’re really quiet this year. I think they’re henned up.”
Well, I don’t buy it. If there are gobblers in your hunting area, they will gobble early in the season—they can’t help themselves. If you’re not hearing birds, move on and find them.
So, I’ve come up with 3 rules for scouting turkeys that I try to abide by as each season approaches. For you guys who’ve already been chasing birds, give these hypotheses a thought. They work during the season, too. [ Read Full Post ]
Back in April of 1984, I was a bona fide turkey-calling bad ass—or so I thought. Thanks to the National Wild Turkey Federation’s trap-and-transplant program, we finally had enough wild turkeys to hunt in southern New England. I had practiced calling for hours and hours with a simple peg and slate in anticipation of our first season, and on my first day of scouting managed to call in four adult gobblers. It was simple. It was a piece of cake. I yelped, they gobbled and came right in—four times. There were birds in every place I stopped and they all came as if on a rope. I was a turkey-calling God!
Imagine my trauma when I compared notes with outdoor writer and turkey hunting veteran Mike Pearce shortly after my heady scouting trip. [ Read Full Post ]