Also happened in Ann Arbor MI, about 6 years ago. A young Tom was pestering folks near a dorm on the Michigan campus. He was actually fairly benign, but that was at the start of the snowflake era.
Old70
Yep, Gerry/Gerald would have been shot and consumed here on the way to attacking his first 'victim'
My farmer great-aunt got two Toms when I was about 11.
Her only turkeys, once they matured they were mean bastards, trying to
intimidate everything. I wasn't very big, they were darn near as tall as me,
and just lived to chase me around. We spent a lot of time there helping her,
and I always got volunteered to gather eggs, feed hogs...and they were always waiting.
One day Dad and I were cutting wood near the house and stopped to get a drink and
to move some brush. And here they came! All puffed up,, strutting and drumming.
I started to back away, Dad said "Don't move!"
Pick up a stick and smack them, if they know you can beat their ass, they will
let you alone. I hadn't tried that before, figured my Aunt would beat my ass if I hit them.
I grabbed a locust snag about 3" in diameter and 4' long and swung at a head.
He went straight down, quivering and kicking.
Dad, said "Holy hell, you killed it. I didn't mean for you to hit it like that. Isabell is
gonna be pissed! The, seeing his buddy/competition down for the count, the other
One came over and started kicking the crap out of him. Spurring and pecking at it.
After a minute, the one I hit started to get up, staggering and falling back down.
His buddy grabbed his beak, and they wrapped their necks around each other like
two snakes, pushing and fighting.
I never had an issue with them again, don't know if they were afraid of me,
or I just wasn't afraid of them anymore.
About 20 years later, I was hunting spring turkeys there. Noon came and I had
a sandwich with my Aunt and was leaving. She still had turkeys, but different ones.
I got in my truck hooked low gear and rolled through the breaker in her circular driveway,
headed diwn the hill, and heard her yelling.
I grabbed reverse and started back to her. She started yelling louder.
I stopped, got out, and there layed her gobbler.
I had 33's on that truck, and he evidently saw them move and decided to attack one.
Thank God, she saw the whole thing. It came runni g from the side and tried to spur
the tire from the front!
She picked it up, tears in her eyes, and said "Take it home, your mom might be able to use it".
The heart was literally laying there on the ground, just the heart in a red puddle.
Of course mom gave me all kind of hell when we skinned it out.
Surprisingly it wasn't too messed up.
30 years later the cobbler I got with the Dodge will comes up.
When my daughter was in kindergarten she got chased by a big tom one morning getting on the bus. The driver stopped when dropping her off that afternoon and asked my wife to keep her in the house til he waved, for a couple of days.
And that's how it worked for a couple of days. Dutch, the driver would stand in the door of the bus and wave for the daughter to come out.
Second or maybe 3rd day, here comes old Tom again.
Dutch steps off the bus with a tennis racket. Tom desisted and never reappeared...
There was a video on Ridiculousness where a cop was called to deal with a mean wild turkey.
The turkey put the cop back in his patrol unit . It was funny to watch.
My wife got attacked by a hen when she got between a hen and her poults while watering the garden. She was spraying the hen with water, yelling and kicking while backing up and only got pecked a couple of times before her bull dog came to the rescue.
My grandmother had chickens and one rooster was my sister’s. It was a mean sumbitch and always going after people.
One day my grandmother was hobbling along with her cane and the rooster came after her, so she gave a swing with her cane and the rooster dropped. Grandma starts crying, in her heavy German accent “I keeled Maria’s cheeken, I keeled Maria’s cheeken.” A couple minutes later the rooster got up, shook his head and took off.
About a week later the bastage went after my 2 year old cousin and raked her leg pretty good. He lost his head after that. Grandma made soup.
Couple years ago took Slavyanka and kids to a local nursery for a Mother’s Day tea party. They had a big pond on the property with swans. One young girl in the group got too close to the pond and the male came ripping across to attack. Everbody (all women) suddenly ran behind me, so I figured “It’s you or me, sumbitch” and stood my ground. He stopped about 5 feet away.
Now I know..... 'Oh Schit' is universal . Didn't understand another word that was said.
Yep, Gerry/Gerald would have been shot and consumed here on the way to attacking his first 'victim'
But, but, hes bleck, and in his younger days, he had been treated like a chick.
I think I have the solution for all the trouble makers in the cities. Just relocate them so they are somebody else’s problem. Or kill em. Your choice. Edk
My farmer great-aunt got two Toms when I was about 11.
Her only turkeys, once they matured they were mean bastards, trying to
intimidate everything. I wasn't very big, they were darn near as tall as me,
and just lived to chase me around. We spent a lot of time there helping her,
and I always got volunteered to gather eggs, feed hogs...and they were always waiting.
One day Dad and I were cutting wood near the house and stopped to get a drink and
to move some brush. And here they came! All puffed up,, strutting and drumming.
I started to back away, Dad said "Don't move!"
Pick up a stick and smack them, if they know you can beat their ass, they will
let you alone. I hadn't tried that before, figured my Aunt would beat my ass if I hit them.
I grabbed a locust snag about 3" in diameter and 4' long and swung at a head.
He went straight down, quivering and kicking.
Dad, said "Holy hell, you killed it. I didn't mean for you to hit it like that. Isabell is
gonna be pissed! The, seeing his buddy/competition down for the count, the other
One came over and started kicking the crap out of him. Spurring and pecking at it.
After a minute, the one I hit started to get up, staggering and falling back down.
His buddy grabbed his beak, and they wrapped their necks around each other like
two snakes, pushing and fighting.
I never had an issue with them again, don't know if they were afraid of me,
or I just wasn't afraid of them anymore.
About 20 years later, I was hunting spring turkeys there. Noon came and I had
a sandwich with my Aunt and was leaving. She still had turkeys, but different ones.
I got in my truck hooked low gear and rolled through the breaker in her circular driveway,
headed diwn the hill, and heard her yelling.
I grabbed reverse and started back to her. She started yelling louder.
I stopped, got out, and there layed her gobbler.
I had 33's on that truck, and he evidently saw them move and decided to attack one.
Thank God, she saw the whole thing. It came runni g from the side and tried to spur
the tire from the front!
She picked it up, tears in her eyes, and said "Take it home, your mom might be able to use it".
The heart was literally laying there on the ground, just the heart in a red puddle.
Of course mom gave me all kind of hell when we skinned it out.
Surprisingly it wasn't too messed up.
30 years later the cobbler I got with the Dodge will comes up.
Good story, well told. (I bet that the elves were confused that night after he didn't show up at the shoe shop.)
https://www.cnn.com/2020/10/24/us/aggressive-turkey-relocated-trnd/index.html (CNN)A neighborhood in Oakland, California, can rest easy now that a turkey nicknamed "Gerald" was safely relocated to nearby hills.
Estimated to be around 20 pounds, Gerald had been causing problems in the Grand Lake neighborhood for months, attacking dozens of people and ultimately leading to the closure of nearby Morcom Rose Garden, an 8-acre municipal garden that was his favorite stomping grounds.
Only in California.....
Lol, fugging city slickin' pussies.
Got plenty of turkeys that gang up on about anything around here...
but I run at them, and they take off quickly....
they also seem to know my single shot HMR, and what it does... they really take off when I walk out side with that...
they chase deer and even the elk around the area... except the big herd bull, who goes after them...
turkeys are like democRATS... real brave and pushy, until someone makes them put some skin in the game...
I had one in my front yard a couple of months ago, that took a massive dump. I didn't think much about it, until the dogs came in later with green turkey schit caked in their fur. That damned turkey won't survive the next time it comes around............
A friend of mine had one of those "old-time" gunshops with the wooden floor and everything, including a black cat named Adolph, and a big old tom turkey, who liked to wander in and out of the shop (door was always propped open when the weather was nice). Adolph and the old tom turkey got along well, and the old tom seemed to know he couldn't get away with trying to intimidate the customers, though he'd try to boss them around if they gave him an inch.
It was a fun place to shop for "interesting" guns, he didn't like the generic crap you could buy at Walmart, and he'd tell you to just go there if that's what you wanted.
Ok, you owed me one from the shaving lotion thread.
Well played!👍
In KY "Gerry" would have been delicious.
I used to live in that part of Oakland and there has always been a surprising amount of wildlife there (not counting the current BLM/Antifa scum). After I moved back to Oakland post-law school/NYC living, I heard something making noise in the yard and went out with a flashlight and a gun, expecting to find a burglar. It was a very nice mulie buck munching on landscaping. It's a shame the real animals have taken over Oakland these days.
Maybe they need a season on them,
classify them as vermin.
Sure as hell don't want to eat them.
You especially, most of them are hogs!