On the way home from Salt Lake City, crossing Nevada, we stopped briefly at Rye Patch Reservoir (on the mighty Humboldt River, between Lovelock and Imlay) to check out the campground for possible future excursions.
It looked like a pleasant place to stay . . . . until the “campground hosts” arrived.
It quickly became apparent that they were not in a welcoming mood—not planning a polite visit with the newcomers. No indeed—they wanted us to get the hell out of town.
They ran toward us in vigorous pursuit. I gallantly allowed my wife run ahead to the safety of the car. The birds jumped and scratched at me while I bravely made an iPhone video (mostly of blurred pavement) as I jogged just ahead of them. These still images are frames extracted from the movie.
Once we were safely back in our vehicle, catching our breath and laughing, the turkeys strutted around just outside my window, gloating over their success.
A few hours later, in Sparks, we took retribution by eating another of their kind for lunch.