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Back when I was still in my prime, we lived at a place where we also had a chicken coop, besides a dozen chickens there was a tom turkey.  Nice big holding pen, with the smaller room that had the nests and eggs.

Holy jaysus, that dude hated me, but I’d have to go in there and get eggs.

I needed a big stick and we really did have it out a few times.  At first I was gentle, nuts on that when Tom seriously wants to rip my eyes out and going for it.

I had to put everything into that stick to connect and so that he got the message and backed off.  It was a real fight and that dude really wanted to take me down.

I’m mean you’ll never think about dinosaurs the same after a few eye balls to eye balls with a pissed off Tom Turkey.

Then we figured out he didn’t mind my wife and she could get by him just fine, it was me it wanted to kill.
Go figure, what you expect with two testosterone loaded Tom Turkey in the same pen.  Same as it ever was.