Monday, April 21, 2014 - 2:45pm
Author: Bill Miller

Thunderstorm Turkey Hunt … the Way It Could Have Been
By Bill Miller

At the time, it was a great idea. In retrospect, I have to wonder.

My buddy Jim and I left the Twin Cities area after I got off of work. We drove all night to Centerville, Iowa. We pulled into a friend’s driveway near there just before 3 a.m. It was turkey season so, as promised, my friend Tony Knight was already out in his turkey camp bunkhouse rousting his hunters.

Monday, April 14, 2014 - 2:41pm
Author: Bill Miller

Runnin’ and gunnin’. It’s my favorite way to hunt spring turkeys. Give me a beautiful spring day in the low 70s, just a light breeze to keep the mosquitoes away, and room to roam. A hundred acres that I know like the back of my hand will do for starters, but even better is a thousand acres of public ground waiting to be explored.

Monday, April 7, 2014 - 2:37pm
Author: Bill Miller

Walk into a sporting goods store these days, and what do you hear? Chances are a chorus of yelps, clucks, purrs, whines, kee-kee runs … and more than a few gobbles. Spring fever afflicted men and women are hovering around the racks of turkey calls trying out the demo models with fervor. When each of us heads into the spring turkey woods, we are looking for an edge, an advantage that will make us successful in bagging a weighty, wily long beard.

Calls, guns, camo, blinds, boots, decoys … all that stuff is important, but don’t forget the equally important gear you seldom see or hear!

Monday, March 31, 2014 - 2:06pm
Author: Bill Miller

Readers of this blog are no strangers to the versatility of the balaclava. It’s recognized as a do-it-all, cold weather garment that can be worn as a stocking cap, a neck gaiter, a facemask, or in any combination of or all of the above. A balaclava even works great underneath a beanie style hat if things get really cold. Or you can wear it under your favorite camouflage ball cap – even if it’s just to wear your beat up old “lucky huntin’ hat” to boost your confidence – that’s important, too.

Monday, March 24, 2014 - 4:39pm
Author: Bill Miller

It’s often said that if turkeys had a sense of smell, we’d probably never shoot one. The birds are that wary. Think about it. If there were dozens of predators – both furred and feathered – trying to make a meal out of you from the second your beak poked through your eggshell, you’d be a wary critter, too.

Monday, March 17, 2014 - 4:37pm
Author: Bill Miller

As I recently shared, my daydreams of turkey hunting generally don’t include snow. Hunting spring gobblers is supposed to be done when it’s green, getting warm, and there’s a chance of finding morels, too. Yet in reality, my turkey hunts sometimes include snow and cold.

Monday, March 10, 2014 - 2:35pm
Author: Bill Miller

Extreme sports are those that take human ability, endurance, courage, and even sanity to the edge. As originally popularized by the “X Games” on ESPN, extreme sports are a search for an adrenaline rush!

Wednesday, March 5, 2014 - 2:12pm
Author: Bill Miller

Wisconsin’s Horicon Marsh is famous. Decades ago, when everyone thought truly giant Canada geese were only a legend conjured up by some old guys in a duck camp somewhere, Horicon continued to maintain … and hunt … a healthy population of these birds. All of today’s nuisance “golf course” geese are descendants of the Horicon geese and those discovered on Silver Lake in Rochester, Minnesota.

Monday, March 3, 2014 - 2:27pm
Author: Bill Miller

A northerner all my life, I’m not usually one to complain, but MOTHER … it has been cold for a long time! Even with Huntworth gear to stay warm and keep hunting, this winter has been a pain. Too many days inside stoking the wood stove and letting ol’ Huck lay on my feet.

I just keep telling myself, “Spring is coming. Spring is coming.” That leads to pleasant daydreams of turkeys…

Monday, February 17, 2014 - 5:34pm
Author: Bill Miller

One of my favorite hunting companions of all-time is a woman I consider my “adopted” sister. Some of the greatest hunts I suspect I’ll ever enjoy were in the company of Dawn Charging. She was born and raised on the prairies of North Dakota.

One of the most memorable hunts Dawn and I shared was on a windy afternoon. We’d hunted a field spread for geese in the morning, and after a pot of coffee and a one-skillet brunch Dawn needed to get some work done, so I took a spin around the neighborhood to scout and maybe find a pheasant or a couple of sharps.