Turkey is the cheapest meat out here because it is free. You just need to shoot one of the little buggers. Me and Wendy took our time creeping around the outside of one of the pastures to get in position for a good shot on a turkey. Wendy didn't want to use the .22 because she only had hollow point ammunition and didn't want to shed the thing. I rested my air rifle on the fence and took my time aiming. I waited until I could see a turkey head-on because there is supposed to be a better chance of killing it with a shot to the front. I took a breath, exhaled, pulled the trigger, and the pellet hit the turkey right in the front. And bounced off. So no turkey for dinner that night. Thanksgiving isn't too far off though and I intend to get some target practice with the .22 so next time...
We also made apple juice the other day. Chelsea, who had been working here before I arrived, came over to help us make juice. I'd heard her referred to a lot since I got here and was under the distinct impression I was going to be meeting a 'character'. I don't know what constitutes a 'character' here but she seemed pretty normal to me. Although considering that's coming from a guy who likes to stop around pretending he is a giant every night, probably doesn't mean much. So anyway, we made juice. I was hoping this would make for an interesting blog segment but aside from 'we made juice' I can't really think of anything else to write, so that's that.
JuiceOn a side note, I queried whether or not the juicer could make use of all the squirrels shot here but apparently, whilst it may work, the appeal of squirrel juice is not as wide as I had initially thought.
We did try this one squirrel
Celebratory baked goodsI spent the morning working on the apple shed and after finding out that Peter had been holding out on me with a band saw stashed away in the house, I was able to get on with the work much faster. I've almost finished on the front of the shed now and then we'll able to look at putting another floor in and fixing the roof.
I can't really think of anything else to write about now so this is it for now. It looks like there could be lots to do this weekend though, it's time we get out of Boonville and see some of the surrounding towns. I'll leave you with this picture of and alien I saw in the kitchen. At least think it was an alien, it could have been a hornet but it's a bit too blurred to tell.
can you carbonate squirrel juice? Like a sort of meaty, nutty coke. Who are the two people in the photo?
ReplyDeleteTry this: "A wild turkey trap is made by first digging a ditch; then over one end is built a rude structure of logs, covered at the top. The structure should not be tight, but, of course, sufficiently close not to let the birds through. Indian corn is scattered about and in the ditch, and inside of the pen. The turkeys follow up corn in the ditch, and emerge from it on the inside. Once there, the silly birds never think of descending into the ditch, but walk round and round the pen, looking through the chinks of the logs for escape that way. To make all sure, the ditch should end about the center of the pen, and a bridge of sticks, grass and earth should be built over the ditch, just inside of the pen, and close to the logs; otherwise, in going around the bird might step inside the ditch, and once there it would follow the light and thereby reach the outside of the pen. "
That make sense to you? No, me neither.
The one in the middle is Jeff, and the other one is me.
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