Wild Turkey

This is proof-positive that I am a wild turkey hunter......or at least trapper. This Tom, and his buddy, were helping themselves to some chicken feed inside the screen house you see behind us. Well, I happened to be changing clothes in my bedroom when I spied these two fellas, so I ran downstairs in my undies, threw on some boots (there was snow on the ground afterall), and ran out and slammed the door shut on one of them. I then dressed in my finest coveralls and boots and went in after that Tom, and grabbed hold of him. He tried his best to get away, but there was no where to go. Once I got a hold of him, I was able to pin his wings down and then he settled down. We looked him over, had a photo opp, then turned him loose, a few feathers lighter. Don't think he really liked the encounter, but I did!

JTB