It was that for a time. Still have the vision of seeing him in the distance, then as he came closer he looked as though he was running right toward me so i started running, lol. We were both on the edge of the road and after only, guess must have been seconds, he went off the road, down the embankment and into the woods. That must have been the same summer as my almost, oops, accident .. https://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/read_msg.aspx?message_id=122179118 .. as am sure i only worked on the Banff-Jasper highway one summer. He was a little brownie. Or she. I wasn't interested in determining he or she.
Not sure this is a pointer to the turkey story you just mentioned, but to get a reminder of one of your stories - involving a drive, a turkey, your mother, and cooking - with a few other stories together i'll include this one .. https://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/read_msg.aspx?message_id=159647270 . Yep, i read what happened at your mother's place and how you had a frozen supply of other stuff when you got safely back home.