I always had a giggle when I saw a program on the television about wild turkey shooting. The camouflage, the whispering, the calls. Because they are elusive and crafty.
So I thought I'd put up a picture of this, which appears every morning within a short distance of our hunt:
But then, this morning, I drove past this:
That's not some isolated house, it's in a half acre per house subdivision. The adjacent county has over a million residents.
Hunters slaughtering wildlife. Terrible.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
The elusive, crafty wild turkey...
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I have cooked a ton of wild turkey. Too skinny. I prefer pheasant and grouse.
Har! My favorite is when they fly up under your horses nose like levitating garbage bags out of knee high field grass. EIYEEEE goes the horse! YEHAH goes the girl!
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