Before we start, a big, hearty thanks to all for the Turkey Support System that followed last week's post (which I may have to formally host on an annual basis). Your TSS gave me the confidence to tackle the pale and intimidating gobbler. I can comfortably say that I took that turkey down and showed it no mercy till it was golden, crisp and...dare I say it?
It was the BEST turkey I've ever had.
Yes, I owned that turkey. (Well, yeah, of course I bought it, but you know. I mean owned in a more lordly kinda way. Ahem.)
Okay. On to today's post!
Likely there will be more future posts on GSWs. After all, fiction (and the occasional wild turkey) has quite the propensity for high velocity injuries. (See my first post on gun shot wounds to the head).
So, on that note, we'll tackle a couple of question from Amanda from A Fortnight of Mustard: