OK, not with a broadhead. BUT, with an ax. When we were kids we were dirt poor and all that crap. Anyway,the familywent to visit a farmer friend of the family one time. The farmer said, if you boys can catch that big old gobbler you can take him home for Thanksgiving. After a lot of chasing and running around by me and 2 of my brothers, we corralled the domestic free ranging turkey and put him in a burlap sack.

When we got home we decided to do the deed. We raised about 75 chickens for eggs and food. We always did them in bunches when it came time for killing and canning.. We had it down to a science. We had two big old nails driven into the top of a big stump. We'd put a chickens neck between the nails and stretch him out by the legs. You'd load, pull and a brother would make one quick chop and you'd throw the chicken out into the yard to flop a bit. Then we dunked them in a big barrell of boiling water, hang them on a line and pluck them. Mom didn't like to can just a couple. We usually did 15 or so at a time.

So now to the turkey. We added a nail with a larger gap. All the time trying to control this turkey. We figured if we stretched, someone chopped and then dumped him in a burlap sack he wouldn't flop so much. So being younger than Arnie I got the stretch and dump job. Little brother Paul got the "Hold the bag" job. Arnie being oldest got to play executioner and swing the ax. Well this turkey must have weighed 25 or 30 pounds plucked. LOL So I'm fighting wings, feet, beak ... you name it. Arnie grabs the head and shoves his neck between the nails. I stretch, the wings get free, the bird is beating me and the executioner to death. I'm little you understand. I'm trying to capture wings, stretch and stay alive at this point. Arnie swings and gets half the neck so the head is hanging. But, with the swing of the ax I'm already on the way to the bag with the bird who once again has freed his wings. Paul drops the bag and runs. The turkey is winning the battle between the stretcher and the turkey. I finally relinguish my grip on the turkey with half a neck. He takes off(we're on a hill above the 2 story garage) and flies mind you about 20 yards and smashes into the frame of a window on the second floor of the garage/barn. I'm covered with blood, Arnies covered with blood, we have a broken window and the turkey falls to the ground still flopping but leaves a big blood splot 20 feet off the ground on the white barn.

From my way of thinking.... chopping off a turkeys head is only trouble.LOL