Bought the bird from a farmer in Boisfort. Headed up to elk camp. Shot the bird about a mile away, then drove to elk camp. As I was turning in, I changed direction and sped off about 70 yards out of sight, hopped out of the truck and shot into a dirt bank, POP, POP, POP......................POP. Then headed back to camp.

One of my buds asked what that was about, I said nothing. So he goes back to the truck and grabs his grouse, hands them to me and tells me to "Clean my birds, bitch."

I then go to the back of my truck, pull out a non-rigor turkey, still bleeding, and tell him, "this is a bird."

Everyone else in camp turned white, except for me and my buddy, thinking that I had poached a turkey, and then I sat down by the fire and proceeded to pluck the turkey for the next hour or so. Anyway, after a few hours I showed them the receipt from the farmer, showing them that I had purchased the bird.

Part of a practical joke, but the bird did eat really well.