Opening day of spring turkey season is the Super Bowl to turkey hunters in the Southeast. Before this season gets underway, we had a section of our farm in Mississippi that had grown up over head high in places from being left alone for a few years. With this doing us no good for holding turkeys ...

Opening day as a turkey hunter is better than Christmas morning. Rain or shine, you just have to go. This season started off with some iffy weather. We had everything from rain, wind and hail. Day one was a fun one! Menger almost squeezed off on one right out of the gate. Day two was wet, wet, we...

Our good buddy Gary Stanton of Muscadine Bloodline comes down to chase his first Osceola. The birds were just not cooperating. Just when we were finally catching a break, we found ourselves amidst a firework show at daylight. After Gary left, we met up with Hunter Farrior and Austin Sills of Spri...

Florida has been giving us fits. Turkeys haven’t been gobbling or reacting to calling, so we decide to head three hours north to a farm we lease in South Carolina.The weather was right and the birds were hot! We have a textbook off the roost hunt, but Cody has a clean swing and a miss. We eventua...

My brother in law, William Jones, meets me in South Carolina for a two day hunt. The birds are still doing the thing and it turns into an action packed hunt quick! We stay on the same group of turkeys most the morning until they shut up around lunch. That evening we decide woodsmanship is our bes...

In a last-ditch effort to end the season on a high note, Menger and I jump on a plane and head west to Kansas. We went into this trip pretty much blind other than studying the property on HuntStand for nearly a week. The country was beautiful and so was these pretty Rios. After the first morning,...