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El Jefe

Thanks for the clip, Lance. In keeping WKRP alive you're doing the Lord's work. (Speaking of The Lord's work, two words: Bailey Quarters.)

"And then things got... wierd...."

the blonde

As God as my witness, I never knew turkeys could fly.

Mark Bye

Here in northern Wisconsin, the wild turkey population out of control. I've never hunted turkey as a sport, but hear from those who do that they are a wily adversary. You'd never guess it, as stupid as they seem to be when they gather along the shoulder of a roadway. As you can attest, they'll boldly strut out into the thoroughfare with abandon. Fortunately, I have never hit one, but I have heard that it's a lot like driving into a bowling ball.

Doug K

there's a town flock of turkeys in the eastern Wyoming town of Veteran. They roost in an old dead tree opposite the bar. The first time I saw them up there I thought someone had spiked my drink - either I was hallucinating, or the birds were. Huge great turkeys teetering atop the flimsy dead branches, it didn't look safe.
A couple of weeks ago we stopped on the main street for a turkey crossing. My friend rolled down the car window and gobbled at them, they gobbled back and spread out in attack formation. Hm. Something is eating at the turkeys of America..


Out of control and not very picky about their habitat. This past weekend, on our first decent Saturday since the first of the year, near the heart of Harvard Square teeming with people and cars, I saw a lone bird strutting without care on the green margin by the sidewalk. (For the sort of landmark Lance is likely to recall, more or less across the street from the old Janus Theater.)

As for turkey violence, during one of my more interesting homebound commutes I turned a corner near my house and was quickly blocked by a melee in the middle of the street. A septuagenarian neighbor vainly trying to restrain his St. Benard that was in tooth and claw battle with a big tom. My offer to be of service either ignored or declined -- or maybe just unheard over the snarling and gobbling -- I u-turned and took the long way home.


It's amazing how easy they are to find -- except during turkey hunting season.

Chris the cop

Lance, you should have got out of your car and apologized to the turkeys for being on their road. I'm calling PETA to make sure you burn in hell for all eternity.

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