Turkey Day

This is a proud day for my son Moses and myself. Two years ago I told my wife we would not have Thanksgiving unless I caught a wild turkey. I failed, but in the process learned a few things, one being that turkeys can fly!  I don't know why I was shocked (they are a bird) to find that out the first time I tried to catch one. By the way...I'm trying to catch the turkey by hand instead of shooting it; I'm not sure why since I have a 12 gauge. Maybe it is the increase in difficulty. 

This year we were successful. Moses and I corralled a herd of turkeys and cornered them near some brush. Then we rushed at them and they had trouble flying in the brush and I was able to step on the neck of one with my boot until I could get a hold of it without getting pierced by its' huge talons. I'm being a little dramatic, but it was hard to keep hold of that turkey. We fattened the turkeys up as much as we could before the killing.  My father-in-law suggested putting wine in the water bucket the day before the killing to marinate the meat inside out. 

I brined and smoked the turkey for Thanksgiving and it was delicious.  It tasted even better since I caught it with my bare hands! 

 

We are getting a little more sophisticated this year by buying the Cyclone at the Pro Brass Shop. It makes a turkey call. I'll keep you posted on how it works out...