Gobbler #1 March 30My Tennessee turkey season started off this year in McNairy County near Selmer. Nothing was going to...
Gobbler #1 March 30My Tennessee turkey season started off this year in McNairy County near Selmer. Nothing was going to stop me from missing the Volunteer state’s season opener. Not even the 1.5 hour early morning trip I had to make through the rain and very dense fog could deter me. For the past 2 weeks or so Mr. Latch, the land owner, had been watching turkeys on his place and in the agricultural fields that bordered his property. “There...
Saturday April 20th was mentored youth spring turkey hunt in Pennsylvania; one day only. My 6-year-old son, Grant Snavely, had...
Saturday April 20th was mentored youth spring turkey hunt in Pennsylvania; one day only. My 6-year-old son, Grant Snavely, had been practicing with his new Remington 11-87 and was confident that he would tag a longbeard during his first spring gobbler hunt. We started off in the morning well before daylight and we were surprised at how quiet it was; not a single gobble on the roost. We decided to run and gun and approximately a quarter-mile into our trek...
My 2012 Osceola Spring Gobbler season got off to a fast a furious start. I got the pressure off on...
My 2012 Osceola Spring Gobbler season got off to a fast a furious start. I got the pressure off on the second morning. Nearly everyone I knew that hunted early had experienced success in Osceola-ville.Now it was my friend Garry Adel`s turn. My old friend and turkey hunting buddy of many years has allowed me the honor of calling up big gobblers for him each spring for the last 15 years or so. Garry is perfectly willing to passively enjoy...
By Bert MooreOnce again, spring has sprung in the South and turkey season is open in Alabama. I have the...
By Bert MooreOnce again, spring has sprung in the South and turkey season is open in Alabama. I have the privilege to hunt the famed Tombigbee River bottoms in southwest Alabama. This area is rich in whitetails, turkey, wild hogs and basically all game native to the South. I started my hunt well before daylight in an area that hasn't been turkey hunted for a couple years. I stood on the edge of a whitetail food plot (Tecomate Monster Mix)...
I have a picture with my little girl, Anna Grace with a turkey and me I harvested this past spring....
I have a picture with my little girl, Anna Grace with a turkey and me I harvested this past spring. She is holding the beard of the gobbler, but it is the beautiful smile on her face that makes this moment in time very special to her daddy. Being able to share my passion for hunting and the outdoors with this little two-year-old is priceless. However, it is not just about the turkey moment we shared on that spring morning,...
Kill Number One of the Second DoubleThe second story takes place on my good friend’s family farm in Northeast Mississippi....
Kill Number One of the Second DoubleThe second story takes place on my good friend’s family farm in Northeast Mississippi. The property is made up of mature hardwoods, early to mid-staged hardwoods, pine plantations, and fallowed fields. My friend, Scott, had heard two turkeys gobbling across the creek in the mature hardwoods for the past three days. He tried calling them across the creek into one of his food plots, where he had game camera pictures of them earlier in...
Admittedly I am not nearly as mad at the noisy old Osceola gobblers of springtime as in days gone by....
Admittedly I am not nearly as mad at the noisy old Osceola gobblers of springtime as in days gone by. Still, I was nevertheless anxious to get started with 2012 Florida Spring Gobbler Season. The season usually begins this way for me every spring, nervy. I am genuinely childish in my heartfelt desire to harvest my first gobbler each spring. Thankfully, most of the time, that task does not take me long. But until the deed is done there is...
Go West Young Man: Chapter 2Chapter two starts off right where we left off last time. I had just picked...
Go West Young Man: Chapter 2Chapter two starts off right where we left off last time. I had just picked up Chris and his gobbler. After he told his “Crazy” story, we continued the day’s hunt.Windy Day GobblersWith the wind still blowing pretty hard we knew the turkeys would be out in the big fields so we drove around to see if we could spot a gobbler. We also wanted to check on the others guys. As we were driving...
During my second year of college, my high school’s basketball team was playing in the state playoffs so I dropped...
During my second year of college, my high school’s basketball team was playing in the state playoffs so I dropped in to watch the game and support the Wildcats. The playoffs are always just prior to turkey season here in Mississippi. During the game the subject of hunting turkeys was brought up somewhere in the middle of lay-ups and three point shots. The guy I was sitting by was a sports writer and friend of mine, but I never knew...
When my dad and I pulled up to the mouth of that old logging road before daylight in 1993, no...
When my dad and I pulled up to the mouth of that old logging road before daylight in 1993, no one imagined the transformation that was going to take place on that early April morning. This was the year that a mere fourteen-year-old boy was turned into a turkey hunter. As we opened the truck door on that historic morning, we immediately heard a turkey gobbling close by. The sleepiness of a typical teenager was quickly replaced with the excitement...
Kill Number One of the Third DoubleThis story begins with my friend Chris (mentioned in Part 1 of this article)...
Kill Number One of the Third DoubleThis story begins with my friend Chris (mentioned in Part 1 of this article) and I doing some team hunting on a turkey we called Crazy, back on my home ground of East Central Mississippi. The “Chronicles of Crazy” will have to be for another article or maybe even a book with all the stories my hunting partners and I have to tell about him. However, Chris and I were separated during the hunt...
The wild turkey, in general, is wildlife conservation’s Cinderella story of the twentieth century. Wildlife management had its meager beginnings...
The wild turkey, in general, is wildlife conservation’s Cinderella story of the twentieth century. Wildlife management had its meager beginnings during the middle years of the century when wild turkey populations plummeted to the verge of extinction in the 1940’s. Thanks to legions of sportsmen across the country who saw the wild turkey being lost forever, wild turkey numbers now are at an all time high. Every state in the United States, except Alaska, has huntable turkey populations. Mexico and...