© 2012 Aaron Atkinson

Turkey Tale

On the basement wall of my hunting buddies parent’s house hangs the fan of a big, wild turkey.

Me: Myron, there has got to be a great story about how you shot that turkey.

Myron: Nope. I’m afraid there is no story about how I shot that turkey.

Me: What do you mean?

Myron: I didn’t shoot it. I was driving my pickup along the road one day when that bird walked in front of my bumper. I tried to dodge him, but I managed to just clip him enough to kill him. So I pulled over and threw him in the back of my pickup.

Me: You mean to tell me that you mounted the fan of a turkey that you didn’t even shoot?

Myron: I suppose I do.

Me: You can’t do that.

Myron: Sure I can. It’s hanging right there!

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