From my dimly-lit perspective, there are few hunting scenes finer than a lovesick turkey strutting and gobbling within ten yards of my shotgun barrel. Down here in balmy Texas they’ll often start their spring strut in early February. And depending on range conditions, weather, and the number of serviceable hens; they may stay haired-up well into May. I can’t imagine the energy and hormones it must take to strut, drum, primp, and gobble 8-10 hours a day for four straight months. By average male comparison, that’s a long time to walk around with a stiffy.
Over the past few weeks I dropped in on a few favorite strutting grounds and collected some new images of spring gobblers in all their finery. I also got in a quick hunt in South Texas where timely spring rains have launched gobblers into a strutting/breeding fury.
Enjoy the view, and click here if you’d like to peruse my entire turkey archive.
Like an apple on a stick
Sharp dressed man
Pick up lines
Don’t grab here until he stops floppin’
Cut into strips, dip in buttermilk, dust with seasoned flour, fry until golden brown