The turkey was a mean bastard that took off after me and chased me. It was a bitch catching him and cutting his head off with my trusty Estwing ax. It was a two person operation. Always fun to watch the headless body run around some. Now he's hanging up in the barn bleeding out.
I shot a goose too. We always have goose and turkey.
I shot a goose too. We always have goose and turkey.
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