Dad got home late last night. He was pretty excited that he got a turkey. He said something about he and Uncle Will's turkeyless streak together finally being broken. Dad got his jake just before the fat lady started singing (whatever that means); after he and Uncle Will staked out the roost trees Sunday night. Dad said Grandpa wouldn't be impressed by stooping to roost tree hunting, but Uncle Will said when opportunity knocks, knock it down! I guess we'll be having turkey for Thanksgiving!
Dad even brought me back an elk antler. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with it, but he seemed pretty impressed that he got me something.
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