Harold & Maude is the bomb. What's not to love about a movie in which a man falls for a woman three times his age? And goes to funerals to gloat, while she goes to get ideas of her own? And where the car is a race-hearse? And in which the back and forth is uttered: "You can't die! I love you!" "That's wonderful. Now, go out and love some more!"

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Uncle Bobby and Grandma out at the turkey shoot. Hence the bottle of Wild Turkey in Uncle's hand. I begged to go with them, but Daddy always said no. Mom finally said, "He won't learn until he sees it."

The next year, Daddy told Grandma and Uncle Bobby we'd be going with them. They talked about it for weeks, and I didn't sleep the night before we went.

I watched the sky for the turkeys while Uncle got his shotgun ready. Grandma was chatting with her buddies. Daddy nudged me and pointed at some crates on a truck.

"What's that?"

"The turkeys."

Before I could ask, the crates were ripped open, the turkeys dumped out, and as they flapped in confusion on the ground, they were kicked until they clumsily took to the air. Uncle Bobby laughed and raised his shotgun.

I hid in the back of the car, crying, and Daddy silently drove us home.

connie, wow. But - can turkeys fly? I thought they were essentially flightless birds? (confused)

Real wild turkeys fly quite nicely.

A bad picture of some turkeys flying.

and another.

Eeeee! That is so. damned. cool.

Also double points for connie, then - accuracy and imagery together.

I grew up in the borderlands of the Applachian Mountains. I am familiar with stupid lazy hunters and some game birds.

I hear that wild turkeys are making a big comeback population-wise.

(fascinated with new information) It's hard to tell from those pictures - do they get very high? As in, becoming those dots wheeling off in the distance? The ones in the pictures look as if they keep fairly low, rather than doing the kind of soaring a lighter bird might do.