When we purchased our hunting property a year ago, we hoped that there would be enough game to meet our needs. That translates to “fill our freezers”. The place had been over-hunted for sure. But it was a decent size for us, was easy to get around on, and was covered with ancient oak trees with enough mesquite to flavor all our smoked meat. It was a beautiful piece of land and it was ours.
This past spring, we heard some turkeys off in the distance one evening. We weren’t even certain they were on our property. Sure enough, while walking around the next morning, we spooked one right in front of our little casita. Immediately, we discovered that she had been sitting on a nest of eleven eggs!
Apparently, we were gonna have our very own flock of turkeys! Images of Thanksgiving turkey and dressing, turkey pot pie, trash can turkey, and turkey stock to make turkey soup (I use my pheasant soup recipe.) filled my head. I was ready to make room in the freezer for some turkey.
Several months passed before we had another chance to get to the ranch. Fast forward to September and October. We had feared that the eggs might have fallen prey to a pair of foxes that resided nearby. It was time to start getting ready for hunting season. We headed up ready to get to work. While driving around the property, I spotted a flock meandering around in the shade of the oak trees. It appeared that most if not all of the eggs had hatched. I was so excited.
It’s kinda funny. I don’t really have any helpful hints or recipes for this post. I just wanted to share something that brought me so much joy and made me so happy. Not too many years ago, I wouldn’t have been caught dead driving around a ranch in a pickup truck. Or spent days cleaning mouse poop out of a very rustic hunting cabin. I was content to send my husband off hunting while I shopped and, well, didn’t go hunting. I’m not really sure what changed. Now, I can’t think of any place I’d rather be than on that ranch, listening for turkeys.
I have much to be thankful for.