This reminds me of a story my grandad told me about killing a turkey with his .36 caliber squirrel gun. He was hunting rabbits, and squirrels, and stumbled onto this turkey in the tall grass. He said it was the first one he’d seen in the wild. It flushed and flew straight away from him, he swung the little rifle up, and as he crossed the turkey’s back he fired. He said it was the most perfect shot he’d ever made, and the turkey just folded up and crashed to the ground. This was in Missouri in about 1920. He said he was hunting for small game for the family table, and the turkey really was a treat. I think he was about thirteen years old at the time.
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