Winner Winner Turkey Dinner

There's a large herd of wild turkeys that come by the house every day; the boys decided they'd like to eat one for dinner. (Grandpa says they're pretty good.)

We don't have any "real" guns, so the only way to kill them with these guns is shoot the turkeys directly through the head. Otherwise the pellets would just bounce right off their thick feathers.

Yeah right. (Notice the little initials by the holes?)

Maybe some live practice would be better. (For you worriers, the gun was out of air.)

Then one morning there was a scramble in the kitchen! Michael had spotted the turkeys! He missed. Don't you love the conjunction of girly kitchen items and a man with a gun?

Adam ran to the laundry room. No luck getting them in the head.

Looser Looser Turkey Bruiser.