That would be Travis, there to deep-fry one turkey and stuff another one what sorely needs stuffin’. Good news on the retro-porn, Chris.
November 21, 2017 at 8:08 am
eon
Engineering and chemistry often don’t mix. Rather like the old saying that surgeons’ knots are not the same as sailors’ knots.
clear ether
eon
November 21, 2017 at 12:53 pm
cfm56dash7
Cause surgeon’s knots not nautical.
November 21, 2017 at 12:32 am
Too Tall
Sam’s problem is that not only is she hot enough to boil water, she is so hot she burns water.
Sturgis or the DoubleD? Travis had a difficult decision. One must admire his loyalty.
November 21, 2017 at 2:26 am
JackDeth 72
Push comes to shove. Travis can shape and pound out a new gas tank for his Hog while the Turkey’s frying in Peanut Oil or Lard.
Always making sure that there is a fully charged Fire Extinguisher nearby.
November 21, 2017 at 1:55 am
WayneM
As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly…
November 21, 2017 at 2:23 am
JackDeth 72
Mr. Carlson…’WRRP In Cincinnati’.
November 21, 2017 at 7:49 am
PaulS
They’re hitting the ground like bags of wet cement! :/
November 21, 2017 at 8:01 am
eon
Les Nessman, actually.
clear ether
eon
November 21, 2017 at 10:25 am
"Bucky Dornster"
Les Nessman!, 3 time winner of the Buckeye Newshawk award as well as winner of the Silver Sow and Copper Cob awards. Les said they are hitting like sacks of wet cement, Mr. Carlson said the bit about turkeys being able to fly. Thanks to Shout Factory!, I now have the whole series on DVD with MOST of the original music.
Yup… Mr. Carlson who said the classic line… but while broadcasting, Les Nessman used an almost as classic line “The humanity! The humanity!”
November 22, 2017 at 12:34 am
Interventor
Wild turkeys can. Domestic ones, no.
November 21, 2017 at 3:04 am
Kafiroon
If’n y’all thinkin’ ’bout hun’n a wald wun, be carfull, them big’uns be vicious.
(My Northern neighbor, after tangling with a large wild Tom in the Forest Preserve across the county road. His face looked like a large cat got busy on him, among other bruises.)
November 21, 2017 at 8:06 am
eon
Well at least he didn’t end up like Stu Wargle in Phantoms by Dean Koontz.
Around here, wild turkeys are hunted with anything from .357 Magnum revolvers with scopes to scoped 12-gauges. Turkey loads for the latter also make good home defense loads; see “rathole wound”. Safer than buckshot in terms of reducing chances of overpenetration on structural materials, but still packing a decisive amount of KE.
I can hardly ever make the trip from Sebring to son’s place in Palm Beach Gardens without seeing a flock alongside or crossing US98 in cow country between the Kissimmee River and Okeechobee City. But I swear while turkeys may be dumb they can read a calendar as they get a lot scarcer in late Nov.
Haven’t hunted them in years but we used to look for low roosters and use .22 Mag for a head shot.
November 21, 2017 at 4:12 pm
Kafiroon
I stayed with the 12ga. and double 00. There were so many in that preserve, you could hear them fight for territory and females. Watch, if you were sneaky enough. They were vicious.
Pretty much have to go scattergun if they’re struttin’ or take wing, on a low roost they stay still enough to take a bead on that ugly noggin, the idea being to not tear up the carcass or have to dig for pellets when cleaning.
Reminds me of my dad’s old depression story wherein he and his brother got one .22 bullet each per day, better bring home something edible if you wanted supper.
Well dad loved squirrel but they’re small and he didn’t like to body shoot both to save meat and to avoid tearing up the guts and tainting the meat. So, according to him, he learned to “bark” ’em, shooting the tree bark where the squirrel sat instead of a direct hit which stunned the squirrel and knocked it down so he could run over, grab it, and whack it on the head with his knife.
Never really knew if he was ribbing us or not, but the old man was a pretty crack shot and those middle Tennessee hills were full of squirrel woods, so he ate well purty much every day. Miss the old man, especially right about now.
Less of an issue with Flarduh turkeys which are relatively small, both the Eastern and esp. the so-called Osceola varieties, avg. 14-15 lbs as opposed to 25 and up for Yankee ones, a little less aggressive too.
She can’t cook but at least she has other talents to make up for that.
November 21, 2017 at 10:37 am
doc
Johnny Z – If one had her around, one would be happy to order out for meals.
November 21, 2017 at 12:31 pm
MommaMackie
A woman after my own heart! In forty years of marriage, the making of a good turkey has constantly defeated me, The last time I tried, I ended up with stitches. 1986, I think. I was in business school. Learning to type with one finger wrapped like a mummy was problematic.
Ergo, I make a honking big pan of lasagna every year, as I want my family to be in a thankful mood. Got to set up my big slow cooker early tomorrow to make a big honking batch of meat sauce, then one last shopping trip today for the cheese
November 21, 2017 at 12:45 pm
NotYetInACamp
The result is better when I let others cook.
But I’ll hepp! (help)
November 21, 2017 at 1:46 pm
Halley
I didn’t learn how to cook until I was well past the age one is not supposed to be able to learn anything. Sam – just learn some basic “Aha!” principles (kind of like grokking basic engineering), practice some timing, and you’re off. You’ll get it, and it’s fun. Not to mention the rewards you’ll receive from Zed…
November 21, 2017 at 2:18 pm
Pamela
Better Sam not make turkey for dinner and Travis is back! Crowns are damn expensive.
November 21, 2017 at 2:29 pm
Delilah T.
Note to all adult human males: a wild tom turkey will see you as a rival for females. Doesn’t matter how big you are. He is perfectly capable of killing you. Nasty critters, but mostly tasty, depending on where and how much they’ve been foraging.
Just establishing pecking order, dumbass humans feed them and get them used to people, retreat or show fear when they come for more food and they will chase your ass down…a hickory pole (or a shotgun) will back them off.
Aggression responds to aggression. Works for two-legged turkeys too.
November 22, 2017 at 1:14 pm
TomS
Taught turkey hunting by one of my fathers older salesmen back in the ’60’s up in North Dakota.
Would spot a field containing some Toms. Lay down or sit in the edge of the adjacent ditch. Use a turkey caller, wait till they stuck their heads up to check out what was going on and shoot them thru the head with a .22 long. Big turkey, no pellets.
November 22, 2017 at 7:46 pm
matt smythe
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Well Sam is an engineer not a cook, Leave the cooking to Naomi and this guy (damn his name slips my mind atm)
That would be Travis, there to deep-fry one turkey and stuff another one what sorely needs stuffin’. Good news on the retro-porn, Chris.
Engineering and chemistry often don’t mix. Rather like the old saying that surgeons’ knots are not the same as sailors’ knots.
clear ether
eon
Cause surgeon’s knots not nautical.
Sam’s problem is that not only is she hot enough to boil water, she is so hot she burns water.
Sturgis or the DoubleD? Travis had a difficult decision. One must admire his loyalty.
Push comes to shove. Travis can shape and pound out a new gas tank for his Hog while the Turkey’s frying in Peanut Oil or Lard.
Always making sure that there is a fully charged Fire Extinguisher nearby.
As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly…
Mr. Carlson…’WRRP In Cincinnati’.
They’re hitting the ground like bags of wet cement! :/
Les Nessman, actually.
clear ether
eon
Les Nessman!, 3 time winner of the Buckeye Newshawk award as well as winner of the Silver Sow and Copper Cob awards. Les said they are hitting like sacks of wet cement, Mr. Carlson said the bit about turkeys being able to fly. Thanks to Shout Factory!, I now have the whole series on DVD with MOST of the original music.
“WKRP”, actually. Funny show.
And it was Mr. Carlson. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QEYyBU7FqZ0
Yup… Mr. Carlson who said the classic line… but while broadcasting, Les Nessman used an almost as classic line “The humanity! The humanity!”
Wild turkeys can. Domestic ones, no.
If’n y’all thinkin’ ’bout hun’n a wald wun, be carfull, them big’uns be vicious.
(My Northern neighbor, after tangling with a large wild Tom in the Forest Preserve across the county road. His face looked like a large cat got busy on him, among other bruises.)
Well at least he didn’t end up like Stu Wargle in Phantoms by Dean Koontz.
Around here, wild turkeys are hunted with anything from .357 Magnum revolvers with scopes to scoped 12-gauges. Turkey loads for the latter also make good home defense loads; see “rathole wound”. Safer than buckshot in terms of reducing chances of overpenetration on structural materials, but still packing a decisive amount of KE.
clear ether
eon
I can hardly ever make the trip from Sebring to son’s place in Palm Beach Gardens without seeing a flock alongside or crossing US98 in cow country between the Kissimmee River and Okeechobee City. But I swear while turkeys may be dumb they can read a calendar as they get a lot scarcer in late Nov.
Haven’t hunted them in years but we used to look for low roosters and use .22 Mag for a head shot.
I stayed with the 12ga. and double 00. There were so many in that preserve, you could hear them fight for territory and females. Watch, if you were sneaky enough. They were vicious.
Pretty much have to go scattergun if they’re struttin’ or take wing, on a low roost they stay still enough to take a bead on that ugly noggin, the idea being to not tear up the carcass or have to dig for pellets when cleaning.
Reminds me of my dad’s old depression story wherein he and his brother got one .22 bullet each per day, better bring home something edible if you wanted supper.
Well dad loved squirrel but they’re small and he didn’t like to body shoot both to save meat and to avoid tearing up the guts and tainting the meat. So, according to him, he learned to “bark” ’em, shooting the tree bark where the squirrel sat instead of a direct hit which stunned the squirrel and knocked it down so he could run over, grab it, and whack it on the head with his knife.
Never really knew if he was ribbing us or not, but the old man was a pretty crack shot and those middle Tennessee hills were full of squirrel woods, so he ate well purty much every day. Miss the old man, especially right about now.
Less of an issue with Flarduh turkeys which are relatively small, both the Eastern and esp. the so-called Osceola varieties, avg. 14-15 lbs as opposed to 25 and up for Yankee ones, a little less aggressive too.
I can think of no better family member to be visiting for Thanksgiving.
What’s “the red option”? And can I pick it retroactively? :o)
So hes *has* been away with a purpose, and not just lingering in that limbo we call “Minor Character Purgatory” (or NPC limbo for roleplayers). 😉
(BTW, whose the redhead advertising Poor Richard’s Retirement on the front page? Pamela, is that you?)
GWB
That young lady is not me and she appears to be more of a strawberry blond than a Redhead. I did buy the book though.
And yours would be more of an Auburn Redhead, yes?
My wife watches a teevee house rehab show “Good Bones” based in Indy featuring a mother/daughter team that is what I would call strawberry red for the daughter and red-red for Mom…agree?
http://static1.squarespace.com/static/55b308efe4b0faaaa4dd136e/563d3292e4b0b30b5100c75d/569f865d5dc6dec4f98b3703/1453295197376/IMG_9791.jpg?format=750w
Such a variation on a beautiful theme.
JT
Dark Auburn is correct. I wish I looked that good when I was doing construction.
I’d say a Crimson Tide red.
In the lady’s case, more likely a USC crimson. 🙁
ROFLOLLMFAO!!!!!
She can’t cook but at least she has other talents to make up for that.
Johnny Z – If one had her around, one would be happy to order out for meals.
A woman after my own heart! In forty years of marriage, the making of a good turkey has constantly defeated me, The last time I tried, I ended up with stitches. 1986, I think. I was in business school. Learning to type with one finger wrapped like a mummy was problematic.
Ergo, I make a honking big pan of lasagna every year, as I want my family to be in a thankful mood. Got to set up my big slow cooker early tomorrow to make a big honking batch of meat sauce, then one last shopping trip today for the cheese
The result is better when I let others cook.
But I’ll hepp! (help)
I didn’t learn how to cook until I was well past the age one is not supposed to be able to learn anything. Sam – just learn some basic “Aha!” principles (kind of like grokking basic engineering), practice some timing, and you’re off. You’ll get it, and it’s fun. Not to mention the rewards you’ll receive from Zed…
Better Sam not make turkey for dinner and Travis is back! Crowns are damn expensive.
Note to all adult human males: a wild tom turkey will see you as a rival for females. Doesn’t matter how big you are. He is perfectly capable of killing you. Nasty critters, but mostly tasty, depending on where and how much they’ve been foraging.
Just establishing pecking order, dumbass humans feed them and get them used to people, retreat or show fear when they come for more food and they will chase your ass down…a hickory pole (or a shotgun) will back them off.
Aggression responds to aggression. Works for two-legged turkeys too.
Taught turkey hunting by one of my fathers older salesmen back in the ’60’s up in North Dakota.
Would spot a field containing some Toms. Lay down or sit in the edge of the adjacent ditch. Use a turkey caller, wait till they stuck their heads up to check out what was going on and shoot them thru the head with a .22 long. Big turkey, no pellets.
i subscribed and get this every morning, however, the image I receive is too big, does anyone know how to shrink the cartoon panels?