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Camp Turkey |
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The story here is that one time when sanbar, Michael, and friend David were packing up and getting ready to go home from the river, we were visited by a hen turkey. All at once, Michael said "hey Dad, look!". Up at the edge of the woods stood the turkey. We lured it closer, by feeding it bread. After 30 minutes or so, it got so friendly that it came under our tarp, took a dust bath there in the shade, and even allowed me to touch it. |
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Yeah, I know wild bronzebacks just don't do that! It's my theory that it must have been hatched and raised by someone, and then either escaped or was turned loose. Whatever the case . . . |
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Anyway, I took the boys to the boat landing and came back to get the rest of the gear, and the turkey came to the boat and had some crackers and peanut butter, and when I started to leave (this might sound like a lie!) it walked down the river bank alongside the boat. It even walked out into the water a little bit! |
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Now, do you really think I could make up a story like this? |
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