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 Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Surprise! Awful Hunt Turns Out on Top
Posted by Brian Lovett
by Brian Lovett
Only turkey hunting could turn something so wonderful into something so awful.
There I was, hunkered against a tree, listening to a gobbler hammer nonstop from the limb 100 yards away. He'd climbed all over my first tree-yelp, so I was eagerly awaiting flydown.
And fly down he did — across an open hayfield to his landing pad, 20 yards to my left. Seconds later, his white head bobbed through the woods, right down my gun barrel.
It was still a little dark, I guess, because I really couldn't see my fiber-optic sights that well. No matter. I'd checked them seconds earlier and was sure they were lined up correctly.
So when the eager bird cleared a small group of birches, I sent 2 ounces of Winchester's finest his way. Instead of the expected smash and flop, however, I saw a lurch and run.
What? No way.
Yep. A clean miss at 14 steps. It was not even 5:30 a.m., and my day was done.
I hope that wasn't my final chance this spring. But if it was, the encounter was certainly memorable. Excruciating, but memorable.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009 9:23:52 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Wednesday, May 13, 2009
New Digs in New Mexico
Posted by TTH Staff
by Brian Lovett, editor
I've stayed in some pretty offbeat places during turkey season.
But teepees in the mountains of New Mexico?

That's what I experienced this past week, when I joined some folks from Mossy Oak, UnderArmour and Browning/Winchester Repeating Arms to hunt Merriam's with Steve Jones and the crew from Backcountry Hunts in northern New Mexico.
Our retro camp was ready when we arrived May 4. However, with three hours of daylight remaining, no one stuck around to inspect the digs. We switched from travel clothing to camo and hit the parks and canyons of the surrounding mountains.

I joined veteran guide Charlie Cockerell at a small pasture across from camp. Within minutes, we had spotted two longbeards along the tree line.
Several gobbles, some tense silence and a 15-yard shot later, the hunting portion of my trip was finished. We soon learned that writer Joe Byers had also shot a gobbler minutes after we dropped him off.
The next three days, I got to play caller/observer while tagging along with other hunters. Did we get more turkeys? Sure, but the real highlights included numerous elk, pronghorns, mule deer and even a cinnamon-phase black bear.
Oh, and there were also snow-capped peaks and stunning mountain parks along the way.
Many folks say turkey hunting isn't always about killing a bird, and that was especially true in the mountains of New Mexico.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009 10:14:57 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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Kicking Around Canyon Country, Part II
Posted by TTH Staff
by Brian Lovett, editor
After dropping first Nebraska gobbler back at the Cabela’s camp, I set out with Alex Rutledge of Hunter’s Specialties for another try at canyon country longbeards.
It didn’t take long. Within an hour, we spotted a breeding flock of birds high atop a ridge and slipped around in front of them. Then, the Alex Show began.

Yelping ultra-softly in an H.S. Premium Flex diaphragm, Alex went to work on the hens in the group. It must have worked, because the girls immediately responded to his clear, subtle yelps, and the group moved steadily toward us.
After about 20 minutes, the birds seemed to stall just over a rise, but one strutter broke from his flockmates and charged in to 20 steps.
“Try to wait as long as you can stand it,” Alex whispered to me. Then, he yelped and cutt hard at the bird, sending the turkey into a close-range gobbling and strutting frenzy.
Finally, I pulled the trigger and ended the hunt, capping a great day.
“Did you notice how I called to those turkeys?” Alex said later. “I didn’t use any rasp, because that would have indicated aggression. I just went at those hens with real soft, clear yelps, trying to gain their acceptance. If I had started loud and raspy, they might not have liked it and could have moved away.”
It was a great lesson on hunting henned-up turkeys, and I couldn’t wait to try it at home. Actually, I didn’t have to wait that long to see it again, as I joined Alex the next day and watched him kill a gobbler and call one in for another hunter.
The next day, I had to hit the road back home. As I left the ranch, I crossed paths with Alex and Doug Stults of Table Mountain Outfitters and First Western Adventures. I didn’t look, but something told me there was another Nebraska Merriam’s riding in the back of their truck.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009 6:17:13 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Kicking Around Canyon Country
Posted by Brian Lovett
by Brian Lovett, editor
When Joe Arterburn dropped me off on a winding ranch road, he pointed north and offered some advice.
"There's birds in the canyons up there," he said. "I'd just head out and see what you find."
And then a turkey gobbled — from a tree directly above the truck. "Or, you could just hunt here."
So started my late-April adventure in the cedar-studded canyons of central Nebraska. I had joined some folks from Cabela's and Hunter's Specialties with Table Mountain Outfitters and First Western Adventures for a three-day hunt in some of the Midwest's best turkey country. The birds didn't disappoint.
No, I didn't kill the road gobbler. Actually, I didn't get a bird that morning. But after hoofing it back to camp and refueling at the food tent, I managed to yelp in a pair of hot longbeards that afternoon and kill one.
After admiring the gobbler for a moment, I figured my day was complete and wandered back to camp. That's when I met up with Alex Rutledge, who had just arrived from the airport.
"Get your stuff, and let's go," he hollered.
Who was I to refuse? I'll tell you about our adventure in Part II of this blog.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009 3:40:59 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Wednesday, May 06, 2009
When a Tom and a tom meet in the woods...
Posted by TTH Staff
...someone's going to be a full body mount. And since we need ad rep Tom Cross in good shape at the Turkey & Turkey Hunting offices, the tom is bound for the taxidermist.  Here's what happened earlier this week according to Tom: After two evening hunts of hardly seeing a bird in my secret honey hole, I asked my friend J.P. what’s up with the birds. He said something has them spooked, and they are all on the east end of the land. Well, the east end of the land is a long walk. The next morning I got up extra early and headed east. After a long walk, I made a few locator calls to find the birds. To my surprise, the gobblers were not on the east end. They were on the west end, where I was the last two evenings. So after a really long half trot, half run, I was back to where I started. I located the toms with a couple yelps. They were in a perfect spot, and did not see me set my decoys. I set them so the toms would have to walk past me to get to my Pretty Boy and my three hen decoys dressed in A-Way Turkey Skinz. After a few calls while the toms were still on the roost, I took my hat and slapped against my leg to make it sound like a bird flying down of the roost. After a minute or two the birds pitched down, but onto the upper hay field. I could see four hens making their way down the edge of the wood line. I could just make out a fan through a couple trees. With a quick readjustment of my sitting arrangement, I was left laying on my back with a log to prop up my gun. The toms met up with the hens in a narrow finger of the hay field that led directly to my set of decoys. I didn’t call again, fearing I would be busted. I wasn’t hidden very well. The two toms saw the decoys. They looked excellent with the Skinz. The two toms left their hens and started toward me. I couldn’t believe it. At this point, the toms were 125 yards away. The boss tom strutted and gobbled a few times and closed 45 yards. The subordinate tom, which had the reddest head I have ever seen, helped me out when he got about 10 yards in front of boss tom. That triggered something in the boss tom. Both came running. I love the waddle they do when they are running with that big ol’ beard swaying side to side. At 25 yards, I put the bead on them. But they are too close to each other. If I pulled the trigger, I feared injuring the other. They slowed down, but the stump from the tree was now in the way and I couldn’t see the birds. I just hoped the blue head would be the first head past the the end of the log. It was. I quickly moved my gun over and laid on my back. I put the bead on his head and pulled the trigger. Poof! The big boy was dead. I apologized to the other tom for taking out his friend, but reminded him he was the boss now as he slowly walked away. My bicep was really sore since I never really shouldered the gun, but I didn’t care. The big boy was laying on the ground. After further inspection the bird had 1½” spurs and weighed 22lbs. 12 ounces. It was my biggest spurred to date.  After a big thank you to J.P. and a few pictures, I was on the way to show the bird to my family. My wife, out of the graciousness of her heart, is allowing me to do a full body mount!
Wednesday, May 06, 2009 7:41:54 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Photos: Turkey Survives Stick Impaling
Posted by TTH Staff
Turkeys are amazing creatures, able to adapt to a number of environments and situations. As these pictures show, not even being impaled by a stick can slow a turkey down. Take that cockroaches!   
Tuesday, May 05, 2009 8:33:34 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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Hunter Bags Turkey in 50th Season
Posted by TTH Staff
Source: cjonline.com“Addicted” might have negative connotations in some references, but
not when it comes to turkey hunting for 81-year-old Earl Groves. More
than 50 years after hearing his first gobble he’s still loving every
minute of it and can’t get enough.
“I really don’t know why I went the first time which was back in
1958 or so,” said the Gastonia, N.C., resident, just a couple months
shy of turning 82. “I had a good friend that I used to fish with in the
Florida Keys and he asked me about going turkey hunting and I did and
I’ve been doing it ever since.
“We didn’t have any turkeys then (in North Carolina) and about the
only place that had any turkeys was south Florida and that’s where I
started,” said Groves. “There wasn’t but about a half-million turkeys
in the whole country when I started.”
Continue reading here
Tuesday, May 05, 2009 2:14:56 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Wednesday, April 29, 2009
12 Year Old Sets Minnesota Record
Posted by TTH Staff
Source: Star TribuneAbigail Teschendorf just turned 12 and has been hunting turkeys for only two years.
But on Sunday, the Lino Lakes sixth-grader calmly bagged a record gobbler -- with a dead-on shot using a bow and arrow.
Hunting with her father, John, in Anoka County, Abigail shot a tom that strutted within 7 yards of their blind.
Using the weight and beard and spur lengths, the bird scored 81 points
under the National Wild Turkey Federation's scoring system -- making it
the highest-scoring Minnesota bird taken by a bow and arrow of the
seven currently registered with the federation. And it's the eighth
highest-scoring Minnesota gobbler overall in the NWTF's records, which
includes about 200 Minnesota birds. Continue reading here
Wednesday, April 29, 2009 7:05:13 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tough Turkeys of a More Conventional Nature
Posted by TTH Staff
This the second part of editor Brian Lovett's Missouri turkey hunt. To read the first part, click here.
by Brian Lovett, editorAfter the human-friendly, turkey-hating bulls ran off my gobbler the first day, my Missouri trip got back to normal. That is, hunting got tough. The second day, Knight & Hale pro-staffer Steve Stoltz and I chased several gobblers to no avail. That evening, we failed to roost anything, and with the wind due to kick up during Day 3, things didn't look good. The next morning, we heard several gobblers sound off, but none were close. We finally settled on a vocal bird across a large hollow and attempted to work him from a distant pasture. That didn't work, so we slipped in closer to the turkey and set up. The longbeard cut off Stoltz's first series of yelps but gobbled sporadically after that and eventually seemed to drift away. Having nothing else located, and with the wind increasing, we decided to stick with the turkey. Stoltz eased down a small hollow, where we set up again and called. Again, the bird responded — not 100 yards away — but then faded and seemed to drift off. After waiting for a half-hour, we slipped to the top of the knob where he'd been and found a decent setup. Stoltz yelped, and the bird hammered back from 60 steps. We shifted to the right and prepared for a wham-bam hunt. However, as he'd done previously, the gobbler didn't rush in. Instead, he responded to calling now and then but basically stood his ground. Now and then, we glimpsed his fan just over the brushy rise but never had a shot. Finally, after a tense 15 or 20 minutes, the gobbler eventually drifted left and offered just enough of his head for a shot. As I fired, an unseen hen the gobbler had been following jumped and flew to the left. As I retrieved the bird, the scenario made sense. The old gobbler — he sported 13/8-inch hooks — had been content to gobble occasionally and follow a hen around the small flat. His tepid response to Stoltz's calling would have prompted some other hunters to leave and find a hotter turkey. However, with the clock ticking and the odds of striking a bird dwindling, Stoltz made the right call by sticking with the stubborn turkey. Our reward? A great finish to a classic hunt.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009 3:58:16 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Monday, April 27, 2009
No Bull: Missouri Turkey Hunt
Posted by TTH Staff
This is the first part of a series chronicling editor Brian Lovett's turkey hunt in Missouri. Click here to read the second part.by Brian Lovett, editorYou need turkey hunting excuses? I got 'em. But sometimes, the reason for an unsuccessful hunt goes far beyond the standard stuff. This past week, I joined Knight & Hale pro-staffer Steve Stoltz for a hunt in northern Missouri. The first morning, Stoltz and a camera crew headed to the northern part of a 3,000-acre ranch, and I settled in nearby to hunt some birds we'd heard go to roost. A bad setup prevented me from killing two pepper-hot gobblers early that morning, and by 9 a.m., everything was quiet. Finally, at about 11 a.m., I struck a gobbler to the south. But as I prepared to cut the distance, I heard a "snap" behind me. Looking back, I spied a huge bull the rancher had warned us was in the pasture. The bull didn't seem to notice me, so I prepared to get up, grab my decoy and slip away silently. That's when I heard another snap — this time from the other bull in the pasture, which was five feet behind me. "They're friendly to people," the rancher's wife had reportedly said. However, I wasn't so sure. Friendly? Perhaps, but I wasn't sticking around to find out. I got up, kept a tree between me and the closest bull, grabbed my decoy and headed south. The bulls just stood and watched. "Whew," I thought. "Now I can go kill this turkey." I climbed the ridge and yelped, and the gobbler almost blew my hat off. He was 70 steps away, just over the ridgetop. Immediately, I sat down and got ready. That's when I heard footsteps behind me. The bulls were in hot pursuit. They'd crossed the creek and were 50 steps from me, closing fast. However, the turkey was also closing fast. Which would reach me first? You've probably guessed. By the time the gobbler appeared over the rise, the bulls were standing immediately behind me, sniffing and snorting. And when they saw the turkey, they broke toward it at lightning speed. The bird stood its ground at first but quickly rubber-necked away as the lead bull charged it and snorted. "Unreal," I thought. "The bulls spooked my turkey." Still, I kept calling, and unbelievably, the bird answered from farther out in the pasture. And after a minute or two, he seemed to be closing ground. He was coming — again. I quickly closed the distance and prepared to shoot the gobbler the second he popped over the rise. As I sat, he gobbled from just over the ridge. The hunt would be finished in seconds. I waited. And waited some more. And then waited some more. No turkey appeared. "What the heck happened?" I thought. A loud, triumphant snort from the pasture gave me my answer. The bulls had again run off the interloping turkey. And that, friends — if you'll pardon the obvious — is no bull.
Monday, April 27, 2009 2:12:14 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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