I went for a spotting run this morning and got attacked by a flock of turkeys. The damned things were in the middle of the road and had absolutely not intention of moving. If I hadn't stopped, we'd have had Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter turkey plus a few more.
They were all young of the year and a few hens. The damned things came up to the van and pecked at the tires!
I was going to start bow hunting tomorrow, but it's just too warm for me. If I got one, I'd have to immediately cut it up to keep the flies away from it.
