THE TURKEY THINGY
About a month ... month and a half ago, I offered to help my friends, Joe and Erin, out with this Turkey Banquet thingy that Joe was putting together. They were sort of in a bind, and I told them I wouldn't mind at all helping them out. Joe immediately took me up on the offer and suggested I could "work the door" with Erin.
Tonight was the Turkey Thingy.
Now, see, it isn't really called a TURKEY THINGY, but I, unofficially, named it that because a.) the whole banquet revolves around wild turkeys, and b.) I didn't know the real name, and c.) because I really like using the word "thingy."
What I didn't know was that there is actually a group of men and women out in this world that pay money, on a yearly basis, to be in a club celebrating wild turkeys. Who knew! And this club is a National deal. It's the National Wild Turkey Federation ... otherwise known, in my book, as the Turkey Thingy.
There is an entire sub-culture out there of wild turkey hunters. They have their own language ... wardrobe (consisting of lots of camo) ... home decor ... secret handshakes, and a constant talk of itchy trigger fingers ... hmmm.
Erin was afraid I wouldn't have any fun, but what she doesn't realize is that I come from a long line of people watchers, and this event was an amazing venue for just such a sport! There were definitely some VERY GOOD views ... that's all that needs to be said on that subject.
There are many in this world that travel to far off lands ... they immerse themselves in the culture, try their ethnic cuisine, bask in the essence of difference.
Me? I move two states away, get excited over seeing coal trains, drink my weight in sweet tea and eat my weight in country green beans, marvel at the harvesting of tobacco, and ask the stupidest questions about things that seem so commonplace to everyone else ...AND I attend Turkey Thingies! Let's not forget that one!
Tonight was the Turkey Thingy.
Now, see, it isn't really called a TURKEY THINGY, but I, unofficially, named it that because a.) the whole banquet revolves around wild turkeys, and b.) I didn't know the real name, and c.) because I really like using the word "thingy."
What I didn't know was that there is actually a group of men and women out in this world that pay money, on a yearly basis, to be in a club celebrating wild turkeys. Who knew! And this club is a National deal. It's the National Wild Turkey Federation ... otherwise known, in my book, as the Turkey Thingy.
There is an entire sub-culture out there of wild turkey hunters. They have their own language ... wardrobe (consisting of lots of camo) ... home decor ... secret handshakes, and a constant talk of itchy trigger fingers ... hmmm.
Erin was afraid I wouldn't have any fun, but what she doesn't realize is that I come from a long line of people watchers, and this event was an amazing venue for just such a sport! There were definitely some VERY GOOD views ... that's all that needs to be said on that subject.
There are many in this world that travel to far off lands ... they immerse themselves in the culture, try their ethnic cuisine, bask in the essence of difference.
Me? I move two states away, get excited over seeing coal trains, drink my weight in sweet tea and eat my weight in country green beans, marvel at the harvesting of tobacco, and ask the stupidest questions about things that seem so commonplace to everyone else ...AND I attend Turkey Thingies! Let's not forget that one!
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