Growing up in western Minnesota the first turkey I ever saw was on Thanksgiving morning when our mother lifted the cover off of the broiler pan and there a plump, brown, featherless turkey appeared. Two large drumsticks protruded above the bird’s body and usually resulted in four siblings fighting over who would make a meal of one of them. Little did I know that thirty years previous to the l950’s wild turkeys would have been rambling through our fields and…..