The tale of the great "Turkus Furkus." a story AKA, "The Day the Boys Ate the Dog"

[Mojeoux]

Now is the time to tell the tale of the great "Turkus Furkus." a story also known as, "The Day the Boys Ate the Dog."

SO..................(many moons ago)............................ When I was a teenager in the late 1960's, I moved from Detroit to a Commune 7000 ft High in the Sangre De Christo Mnts. in New Mexico. We were a tough and sweet little Meat Eating, Commune.

Now one year, we bought a big ol' live turkey to fatten up for Thanks-giving, and yet right away he began to charm us in many ways !!!!!! We named him Turkus Furkus and he was a better valley guard than the dogs, and he would always greet home-comers, with many a joyous "Gobble Gobble Gobbles!"


When Thanksgiving rolled around, chagrined Omnivores that we were, we had to admit, we could not kill "Turkus Furkus." ( He had especially endeared himself to us after the X-Rated thing he tried to do on the woodpile, to a dead rabbit, that we were preparing for cooking.)(it was the 60's)


One day in the Spring of the next year, what we called a "Hangs Around the Fort" gal from Sante Fe came up to the little town nearby us to rub elbows with some of the renown wild mountain hippies. "Hangs Around the Forts" talked about getting into and living the rigorous mountain life of wood stoves and pumping wells, using horses and growing food, but never made it out of the cafes. And she brought her untrained, year old German Shepard pup along with her. DUN DUH DUN!


We were called "Long John's Valley."after John Lichtenstein, who was very tall and the original owner, and a dearer man never lived. His sweet kindness was what prevented him from shooing away with rocks and hard words, the almost grown, year old German Shepard pup that followed him on the 3 mile trail to our Valley.


Well it was over in seconds. John and the dog reached the top of the valley, Long John called out a "Hallow, I'mmmm Hoooome !"


Turkus Furkus Gobbled with gleeful abandon, and the year old German Shepard pup ran on down ahead of John and and Gobble Gobble CRUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!promptly bit of the head of our beloved Turkus Furkus.


Watching this all go down, standing in his doorway, was Little John Dixon. And on his Mountain Man impulses he grabbed his loaded shotgun from behind the door and promptly shot that year old German Shepard pup DEAD !!!!


Everyone, especially Long John was horrified and Little John was determined to follow the code of "if you kill it, you gotta eat it." The pup was prepared to consume and his hide was lovingly (really) stretched and tanned for display. The boys kind of got into it all in a Macho way and ground up the doggie meat to make "Doggie Burgers."


(I took a tiny taste, very gamy.)


Mean-while, the ladies all worked on preparing Turkus Furkus, and the next night he was the most delicious Turkey dinner ever prepared. And Turkus Furkus was the bestest Turkey that ever lived!!!!!!!


It turned out that the Santa Fe gal was freeeeeaked out and she wanted NOTHING to do with the stretched and tanned hide. And as a result all the communes up the "High Road to Taos" gained the reputation as being so "wild that they will eat your dogs!" !!!! That really made us laugh and endeared us ever more to the legacy of the Great Turkus Furkus !!!!

[suninvited]

1. wow

just wow. That is quite a story. Amusing yet horrifying at the same time.

[Mojeoux]

2. It was

the '60's.