WHO: Aragorn and OPEN WHAT: Hunting a Turkey WHEN: Tuesday morning WHERE: The woods WARNINGS: TBD, probably not STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Aragorn had not missed the fact that the next big holiday appeared to have something to do with the large birds that the natives called 'turkeys.' In fact, the entire holiday seemed to be centered around the birds and eating them. He had seen the frozen ones in the stores, and was convinced that he could catch a better one himself. All of those years living in the woods as a Ranger had taught him how to feed himself, and really, how hard could it be.
It was apparently bowhunting season in Indiana, which was good, since he was far more comfortable with a bow than he was any of the new and strange explosive weapons that seemed so popular in this time and place.
So early in the morning, he was out in the forest east of town with a bow and a quiver of arrows. This, surely, was the proper way to get a turkey, not by simply buying it.