Once again the days are growing short, the nights are growing long, the air is now cold and November has truely rolled around. Which means once again that it’s time for Thanksgiving.
The Thanksgiving Day turkey is one of the most icon part of the holiday. Weather he is on your table or only on your TV screen I can assume that a turkey will be present at most of your Thankgiving celebrations.
While I could go on with story’s of turkey cooking mishaps. The many hunting stories of great turkey hunts that could be collected or about my older sister’s confirmation turkey; yes she got a turkey as a confirmation gift. Instead I’m going to tell you about a group of turkeys that my husband often talks about and misses just a little bit.
This summer while my husband and I were vacationing in South Dakota. We encountered a rafter of big old mean Toms right outside of our Air B&B. There had to be about five or six of them out that evening.
At first these turkeys were neck wresting in the drive way right were we had been parking our car. We slowly rolled towards the turkeys just enough to get them to move. This did work as they did move. They moved all the way to slightly father up the drive way; where they decided to resume their neck wresting.
After serval minutes of watching these big old Tom Turkeys neck wrestle each other from our car. We finally had to beep the car horn to scare them away so that we could get out of the car.
While this did send them running it did not send them running far.
Once we were safely inside and away form the turkeys my husband, who is from the cities, figured out that if he stood on the deck and called at them they would call back. A lot of time that evening was spent with him yelling ‘balalala’ at the turkeys to get them to call ack to him. Which much to his delight they did.
