THE GOBBLER stood in the shade of a far-off cedar, very still, as if he were impersonating a decoy. It was noon and hot, and Tim and I were planning to leave Nebraska that very day, ending not only ...
I need a new turkey call like I need another hole in my head. After calling in gobblers for over half a century, the basement assortment of turkey calls is … well, a bit embarrassing. The shelves are ...
When Brian Benolken rolled out the 4-Play Turkey Call in 2020, it turned the turkey hunting world on its ear. That’s because the innovative box call features a rotating wheel that allows the paddle to ...
Turkey hunting is a gear-rich sport with many choices in calls, decoys, turkey vests, chairs, and other equipment. Of all the stuff you can bring out on a hunt, turkey calls offer an especially ...
The old turkey call is lined with notches. Dan Wittenberg adds one for each legal turkey the call draws within shooting range. He’s careful to say he’s not the best turkey hunter in the world, but he ...
Thunder — a term most commonly associated with rainstorms and lightning. But to the turkey hunter, it holds a far different meaning. We learn how to call turkeys so that we can hear the thunder of an ...
I had a young hunter ask me what the easiest turkey call was to start out with for calling in a gobbler. For most people getting into the sport of turkey hunting, the box call may be the easiest call ...
The morning started promisingly enough, with two birds gobbling on the roost shortly after the first rays of light started to brighten the sky. Sitting in a ground blind tucked into a corner where a ...
As dawn broke on a gorgeous spring morning April 30, Brian Benolken found himself tucked in a ground blind along the edge of a Plainfield Township field. Gazing out the blind’s window at the turkey ...
Turkey calling: “It gets too much credit when a hunt goes right and too much blame when it doesn’t.” That’s the opinion of Dick Turpin of Lincoln, who is among Nebraska’s most veteran and legendary ...
Seated at the base of a red oak overlooking a wooded hollow below, I held a piece of art in my hands. It was the first day of the 2007 fall turkey season and I left my trusted slate call – the one ...