I have pictures on my phone right now with a white wild turkey on it. Last fall I was bowhunting deer and up in a tree in my climber when a fall flock of about twenty five turkeys came by. They were scratching for acorns as they made their way to the roost. A pure white hen was in the group. They never got closer than 75 yards and I got to watch them for about 150 yards as they slowly worked their way across the hillside from me. This on a huge block of public ground with not a farm for dozens of miles.

Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.