My friend's husband is a hunter. Like, he takes a pickup truck, some rifles and his dogs on the weekends to different places. He mostly shoots wild boar. He skins it, brings it home and his wife divides up the meat and throws it in the deep freeze.
And he's not from Texas or West Virginia or anything like that. He's Turkish.
Tolga and I walked down to this friend's house last night. We were delivering some gifts Tolga had brought back from Elazig for their help with my mother-in-law.
I also wanted to see their hawk.
Cem had been hunting one day and came across a baby bird that had fallen from its nest. He felt bad for the bird and brought it home. They nursed it along and now it's grown, has feathers and talons and sits on a meat tray outside their window. Cem shoots pigeons with his pellet gun in the morning to feed the bird.
It's quite impressive.
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