Chasing gobbles on QuietKat eBikes in the hardwoods of the Midwest.

My first time setting foot in the Midwest was graced with thunder chickens screaming from the tops of hardwood trees. Not being one to get overly excited about spring turkey hunts, I wasn’t sure what to expect, and little did I know that these wily Easterns were going to turn me into a lifelong turkey hunter.

The little town of Tennessee, Illinois was very welcoming—albeit there wasn’t much there. Read the rest of the article at Petersen's Hunting.

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