My grandmother, way back when she was a kid on a South Jersey farm and sometimes hunted for the family's pot, shot what she thought was a turkey, brought it home and cooked it. She was quite proud.

Turned out to be a turkey vulture -- and they smell a whole lot different than a real turkey! And are not edible.

The house needed to be aired out and she couldn't sit down for a couple of days afterward. Wasting cartridges was frowned upon.

After that episode, she said she preferred to go fishing.

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Those things sure aren't "endangered" around here. Hundreds of them roost on the TVA powerline towers all over Middle Tennessee. You couldn't hardly shoot up in the air without hitting one.