Switchin' Flies

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By Barney Nelson.
Thanksgiving used to be my favorite holiday. My little family-or maybe I insisted-started a tradition of camping out and cooking dinner on a fire. We went to different places, but always a beautiful one. Sometimes we packed everything in panniers and did it all horseback, sometimes we loaded everything into a pick-up. The weather was usually beautiful, especially with a fire to keep off the chill, but sometimes it rained, snowed, or the wind blew. No matter-Thanksgiving meant picnic and camping. I would start preparing several days ahead by buying a small smoked turkey and cooking it a little longer until it was falling off the bone. Then I'd bone it and divide into three or four packages, wrapped in a couple of layers of heavy tinfoil, so I could lay them in coals.
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