Thursday, April 23, 2009
Close encounter with a wild turkey
VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED.
So yesterday afternoon the resupply mission to Steve Martinez' cabin in Upper Michigan had been accomplished and the Lady Friend and I were doing the posted 55 on Highway M-64, heading for the motel at Silver City, when I spotted a female wild turkey across the road. She was ambling along gobbling to herself, as is the wont of wild turkeys, a species always a few feathers short of a headdress. Just as I was about to pass she launched herself across the road in a perfect deflection shot and -- pow! -- caught the van spang on the left mirror, smashing it into flinders.
I drove back, picked up the remnants of the mirror, and looked up to see a battered pickup stopped across the road. It had arrived not 60 seconds after the collision.
"Everybody okay?" the driver called.
"Yep," we said.
"You gonna eat that?" his wife said.
"Nope," we said.
"Can we?" she said.
"Sure," we said.
"It's our dinner tonight," she said, thanking us and scooping up the bird, and they were on their way.
Roadkill does not go to waste in Ontonagon County, hard hit by the recession.
An hour later a kindly body shop man in town jury-rigged a replacement with a rusty old truck mirror and about ten feet of duct tape. I hope it'll last the 400 miles back to Evanston.
You can bet this incident will end up in a future novel.