Author's Note: Since it's post Thanksgiving, I just remembered this experience that happened at our cabin. I wanted to include a picture but I couldn't find any on our computer.
During Thanksgiving two years ago my family and I were up at our cabin in Three Lakes. The day before Thanksgiving we set the turkey out to defrost. It sat out all day in some water while we just hung out. When we all went to bed to dream of the feast to come, my dad thought my mom put the turkey back in the fridge while my mom thought my dad put it away. It sat out all night. In the morning there it was just sitting in the sink. My family would do this. So rather than take the chance of eating rancid turkey my dad had to run up to the little grocery store to buy another one. Then while we were making all the food and the new turkey was baking. We realized we still had the old one. What to do with it? This was a challenging enigma for us because we didn't want to waste all that food.
My dad hatched the brilliant idea to drive a stake into the ground and set the turkey on to see if anything would come to eat it, because I think that is the same year Brad and I saw a bear, but that's a whole different can of worms. So looking out the kitchen window and seeing a big turkey on a stake sitting out in your yard is an interesting sight. We left it out there for a day while we ate until we thought we would explode, then slept those calories off. The next day the turkey hadn't been bothered but it was frozen solid. It even had a couple little icicles hanging off it. My dad was forced to throw it away but it still was a fun experience. To this day we still think it froze to fast for anything to pick up the scent. So basically the moral of this story is don't let your turkey go bad, and if it does, set out in you front or back yard on a stake.
During Thanksgiving two years ago my family and I were up at our cabin in Three Lakes. The day before Thanksgiving we set the turkey out to defrost. It sat out all day in some water while we just hung out. When we all went to bed to dream of the feast to come, my dad thought my mom put the turkey back in the fridge while my mom thought my dad put it away. It sat out all night. In the morning there it was just sitting in the sink. My family would do this. So rather than take the chance of eating rancid turkey my dad had to run up to the little grocery store to buy another one. Then while we were making all the food and the new turkey was baking. We realized we still had the old one. What to do with it? This was a challenging enigma for us because we didn't want to waste all that food.
My dad hatched the brilliant idea to drive a stake into the ground and set the turkey on to see if anything would come to eat it, because I think that is the same year Brad and I saw a bear, but that's a whole different can of worms. So looking out the kitchen window and seeing a big turkey on a stake sitting out in your yard is an interesting sight. We left it out there for a day while we ate until we thought we would explode, then slept those calories off. The next day the turkey hadn't been bothered but it was frozen solid. It even had a couple little icicles hanging off it. My dad was forced to throw it away but it still was a fun experience. To this day we still think it froze to fast for anything to pick up the scent. So basically the moral of this story is don't let your turkey go bad, and if it does, set out in you front or back yard on a stake.
