So I was driving the back roads with the kids today when we came on a young jake turkey in the road at the top of a hill. Now the encounter kind of surprised everyone involved in the scenario, but the poor turkey seemed to take it the worse. He spooked real bad and flew in to an old chicken wire fence. As we drove past I saw that the durn thing had gotten tangled up, so I pulled over a bit, turned on the flashers, and walked over and helped the poor fella out of the tangle ( now it seems that turkeys don't much care if you are helping them or not, they will try to spur you! ).
As the turkey flew off, I returned to the truck, dusted myself off, checked for any blood ( my own ) and hopped in. My son asked me why I didn't just kill it, I had a turkey tag in my pocket. Now leaving the legalities aside, I just asked him back why he thought I didn't kill it. After a few seconds he said because it wouldn't be fair. I told him that that was the best answer he could have given!
Topic: Life lessons come at strange times (Read 819 times)
