Hot turkey love
Of all birds indigenous to the Pine Barrens, I don't think any are sexier, more supple or more erotic than the Turkey Vulture.
For the past decade, I've spent every Sunday morning silently creeping through the pines, nude, searching for massive, plump and willing fowl with which to consumate by bestial love need.
These birds often prove elusive. They resist my urges. Luring them to my groin with a pickeral, or some pine nuts, often proves successful, but frequently, the birds will skitter off, when I stoke their avian loveliness.
Now that I know these birds are congregating in Egg Harbor, I shall relocate my search. Look for me on Sunday. I'll be the nude, caped man, soaring high into the air, yearning for hot turkey-on-man action.
Please don't judge me. I love the pines too. But in a different, special way.
Next week I will describe to you my own method of harvesting cranberries in the bog. I'm sure you'll find it a turn on.
Ultraman007