Terry The Turkey Hunter

Gobble, gobble, fellow travelers! It is I, your beloved Terry T., here to soothe your woes with another artfully written tale of wonderment. Today, we talk turkey.

Thanksgiving is full of traditions- parades, shopping, the ceremonial cheek pinching of long forgotten relatives. But there is one tradition I enjoy more than any. Well, kind of, because I certainly enjoy the annual watching of The Burbs with Mr. Tom Hanks immensely.

You may not know this, kind reader, but I enjoy turkey hunting. Oh yes, I know its seen as barbaric and uncouth. For many, the idea of waking up before sunrise, donning camouflage overalls and a neon vest, and pouring a thermos full of bitter black coffee in the cold November morn is simply preposterous.

But there is an exhilaration, sirs and madams. The sun brighter, the crisp air pungent with anticipation as I walk quietly across the vast field, weapon in hand. I stake out the perfect spot, and quickly eye my prize. A 23lb gobbler waiting to be mine. I look around, set my sights, and calmly pull the trigger.

“I’ll take that one!” I cry and soon, it is mine. I walk with great hast, nervous someone will rip my prize from my arms, and in my hast, bump smack into Cory, the friendly manager of Fareway who smiles and asks if I need help with my grocery bags. To which I reply, “no, Mr. Grocer, this Butterball is all I need.”

I return to my truck with its empty gun rack, a sentimental gift from a long lost love, and let out my turkey call, victorious once again, before returning home to research brining solutions. It’s going to be a most wonderful Thanksgiving indeed.

This is Terry Traveler saying, Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good night.

Terry Traveller
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