Holy shit, I was hearing about this on the radio driving home. I lived most of my life in the suburbs but I have killed a lot of chickens and turkeys when I was a kid. And nothing so fancy as in that vid. I would stretch their neck across a stump and whack it with a hatchet. Sometimes the head didnt come all the way off immediately and they would run around for a few minutes till they realized they were dead. What a bunch of pussies some people are for making such a big deal out of this. Will they stop eating turkey over it? Hell no!
I grew up in the 'burbs, too, but my father took me out hunting and fishing. I just got back an hour or so ago from deer camp, and I took my father up. It was the first time he had been up there in 20+ years. He wasn't too thrilled about the fact that the temps were just above 20 degrees yesterday, and the winds were about 20 as well--as in 20 mph. It was effin'
cold. About the only good things that happened were that the seven of us can split the venison from two ten-pointers. They weren't small, either. My father tagged one of them to make it legal for NYSDEC, because the same guy shot both of them (yesterday). I know
exactly where that venison is coming from. I helped it get to the edible form, too.