Time for a little history lesson and this being a holiday weekend lets talk turkey.
The year was 1620. The American Revolution was still many years away, but a little known piece of American history was about to unfold.
America was young then and the Thanksgiving holiday had yet to be recognized. However, such was not the case for the Native American Turkey. Thanks to a group of early American paparazzi, they WERE recognized.
The reason for their recognition may have had a little something to do with bullseyes being pinned to their backs by some early American hoodlums called… The Pilgrims.
Nevertheless, we must remember that Pin the Tale on the Donkey was nearly a century away from being legalized in America… and donkeys were in short supply. So, naturally, what other prank could a young misguided Pilgrim play on someone—or on some turkey?
It also should be noted that the The Pilgrim Gang (as they later came to be called) carried boom boom sticks. Native Americans called them Blunderbusses, but they had a better command of the new American-English language—having been here longer.
Now these young Pilgrim hoodlums became so good with there boom boom sticks that they were actually able to hit the broad side of a barn—from only two-feet away.
And without pulling the triggers!
Seeing as they were now wearing bullseyes this became something of a grave concern for the turkeys.
So one day as the turkeys were gathering on Lexington Green, black coated Pilgrims took aim and fired thier boom boom sticks into a crowd of turkeys.
Apparently, the men in black figured out what the triggers were for—and then quickly adopted The Second Amendment.
When all was said and done half a dozen turkeys had fallen—and couldn’t get up.
A warning went out far and wide “The black coats are coming, the black coats are coming!” because turkeys are known for repeating themselves—you know… gobble, gobble.
That’s when the turkeys turned to a young turkey—one Tom by name—to lead them in a revolt.
The turkeys then followed Tom the Turkey up a hill where he began to gobble, gobble—in turkey of course…
“I regret that I have but one life to give!”
Well, the next thing you know those trigger happy black coats fired on Tom the Turkey, and there he gave that one life because turkeys (unlike cats) only have but one life to give.
Unfortunately, in the process of gobble gobbling… he also gave away the position of all the other turkeys!
Today we still remember The Great Turkey shoot of 1620 and the turkeys who gave their lives—albeit… involuntary.
And so that is why we share our tables with their offspring when we gather to eat on the last Thursday of every November. Oh… and we celebrate and watch football too. But… ALL IN THEIR MEMORY!
Well, that, and it beats the hell out of eating meatloaf again.
So, eat up, and Happy Thanksgiving everyone!