The photo shoot took longer than the hunt. Gingy was proud as any grandparent would be to share such a special moment, whether that moment be her granddaughter’s dance recital or a first turkey. At the barn, Emma plucked a few barred feathers from the big bird’s wing’s as souvenirs, the tail fan and 8-inch beard were headed to the taxidermist to commemorate her first turkey. The long spurs were sharp as an ice pick. The meat would be soaked in milk and eggs, then rolled in a mix of flour, salt, pepper, paprika and corn flakes, fried until golden brown. Better than any fast food nuggets on the planet, according to Emma.