My dad hit a wild turkey at a slow speed on Windy Gap Mountain on the way
To our place at Smith Mountain Lake way long ago. Stopped the car and said, Boy, go get it. I hopped out and danced around it as it still had some fight. Finally got it and ringed it’s neck. Nice big hen.
Mom cooked it the next night. Learned that wild turkey is a bit gamier than store bought. But mom had brined it and stuffed it full of apples and other stuff which made it delicious.
More than one girlfriend at UVA slowly backed away when I brought up my road kill dinner story.
Thankfully
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Posted: 03/14/2022 at 7:30PM