It has happy memories for me as well because I still recall driving up there on a cool Fall morning when we were engaged to meet him after the pheasant hunt. Our wedding was just a little way off. He had left me his cool truck to drive up -- which was exciting for me because it made me happy that he wanted me to use his things -- that he was excited for his things to become mine and mine his, etc. I met up with him near his grandma Emma's, and we went for lunch at her house. We had homemade bread and stew that his aunt Sarah had made and his little cousin's 4H chili.
Here is a picture of Mike that same year with his dad and brothers as well as two cousins. They were up working on a fence on his dad's land. (My Mike is the third one in from the right).
And here is Mike after the pheasant hunt the following year looking rugged and handsome.
Anyway, he is up pheasant hunting this very morning. Last night he said to me, "Don't worry, honey. I'll bring home a Thanksgiving feast!"
I told him that would be great if he could manage to shoot a giant turkey for us.
At which point he informed me that it wasn't turkey hunting season so he'd be carted right off to jail, but I think that if you see a huge turkey strutting by this close to Thanksgiving you are pretty much obliged to shoot it for your dinner. Aren't you? Only I wouldn't want it to be some strange wild type of turkey. Oh no. I'd want it to look just how we all think turkeys should look -- which is something like this:
And even though no turkey has ever ever looked like that. I know that you all feel, as I do, that they should.
And even though no turkey has ever ever looked like that. I know that you all feel, as I do, that they should.
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We'll you just tell Mr. Mikey Mike to come on over to our house because just the other day I came home and the workers said "Do you get a lot of turkeys here?" and I said, "Yeah, sometimes." and they said that while I was out they had counted 14 turkeys in my backyard. Wouldn't that make you a happy thankful thanksgiving feaster....
The first time we saw turkeys in our backyard was, ironically, on Thanksgiving. They were hanging out on our lower patio making all kinds of noise while we were watching the parade that morning on TV and I had just put my turkey in the oven. I like to think they were out there hiding out from their axe murdering farmer....
You guys must not have been around when Ben got his dog, in fact probably right after you moved, because I was pregnant and emotional!! and did not want to take on an obnoxious dog! And what did he do with that dog?? Bird-hunting! Why did we not send Mike and Ben out together when you lived here?!
nice memory of mike and care-free, happy, twitter-pated, dating times.
and yes, i think turkeys should mostly look like that, but--perhaps a little bit more like a hand.
tia's comments made me laugh laugh laugh because sc just wrote a story about a bunch of turkeys finding a safe place to escape to on thanksgiving. so sad that the turkeys on her patio didn't know that one of their own was being eaten inside. or maybe they did. so they knew that they weren't going to be eaten by this family because they already got one.
We too had turkeys in our neighborhood one year. Our neighbors decided to buy some and let them roam around. They were so awesome until I tried to save them by moving them out of the middle of our busy street and as I would shoo them away, I would then turn my back and they would puff up and chase me! Yikes!
I can cross that off my bucket list. I'll have you know that "chased by a turkey" is right next to "make a citizen's arrest".
I'm with you Nanc - I think there will always be something very attractive about a rugged outdoorsman who knows how to take care of his lady. Oh those hunting Eagle Scout men - be still my heart!
Kell? Your neighbors bought them to roam? And you tried to save them from traffic? You are 100 percent right that I should have moved into your neighborhood. AWESOME.
Yes, Shan, you are right -- turkeys should look more like a hand.
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