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Back in 84 I was unemployed officially but I had a pickup and would make furniture deliveries for this fly by night furniture store. I also picked up cans and bottles for recycle to make rent. It was Thanksgiving eve and I got this delivery and set-up of a bunk bed and a couple of dressers. It had to be delivered late in the evening because the single mom did not get home until after 8pm. It was out in the boonies. This meant I got paid double for an after hours delivery and extra mileage. I really needed the money. The gal was very nice and gave me a $10 dollar tip. That was a big tip back then. It was cold and really foggy with 5 foot visibility as I was driving home. I was trying to decide if I would get a turkey or a 12 pack of beer and a chicken for Thanksgiving with the 10 bucks. Just then out of the corner of my eye I saw something big and white running alongside the road, it was a big turkey. I slammed on the brakes and slid off the road and jumped out of the truck and ran and caught the turkey. It was too big to snap its neck with a swing like you can do with a chicken, so I smacked its head hard on the truck bumper. I had so much adrenaline that it dispatched that bird right away. I threw it into the bed of the truck and took off because I had no idea if I was turkey rustling. I could not see where I was. I had my story all prepared in case I got pulled over, I would just claim road kill. I had blood on the bumper to prove my story. It was a real bitch to pluck that bird because I did not have a pot big enough to dip it in hot water and all I could do was poor hot water over part of it at a time and pluck away. I did not want to skin it because bald turkey meat doesn't cook well. It was a gift from heaven and I invited a couple of my also unemployed friends over for Thanksgiving dinner. None of us had the extra money to spend on a turkey that year. The 10 dollars bought all the fixins for a proper meal. Someone brought a bottle of wine and someone brought a case of Luck Lager. I was truly thankful for that bird. It was in the newspaper a couple of days later how a few cages of turkeys on the way to the processing plant had fallen of a truck and in the fog some cars wrecked into them. It made me feel better that I did not rustle that bird and glad I did not hit any of the cages myself. I did not even see them or the wrecked cars? The wrecks might have happened after I already passed the cages? It was definitely fresh road kill.
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.. how's the bionic knee doing...?....
That would kill your street cred...turkey rustling.......
...I hated plucking chickens when I was a kid.....
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