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The old refrain from Bob Wills’ Take Me Back to Tulsa internally resonates each time I head to Turkey, Texas. After all, Turkey is the home of the legendary fiddle player, band leader, and the undisputed King of Western Swing.
No doubt about it: Bob Wills made Turkey, Texas and vice versa. Therefore, it’s no wonder that I change to the words to the four-beat ditty whenever I am in the neighborhood. |
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Three days is all the time we had to chase Rio Grande turkeys. For a litany of reasons, the least of which is that it is a cool concept, there is no better place to hunt for turkeys than, where else? Turkey, Texas... |
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Day one was tough. Lots of calling and looking but the turkeys proved elusive. |
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A change of location made day two a bit more rewarding. |
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After two full days of hard hunting, both Mitch and John connect. |
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After the last day of the hunt, we passed through Turkey, Texas headed back to my house some 45 miles away. Whether or not they care to admit it, I think I overheard one of them humming the same familiar Bob Wills tune that I always sing.
Take Me Back to Turkey… It’s a refrain Mitch and John are bound to be singing for sometime to come. |