It’s fitting that my most recent Strut Zone post “Eating Wild Turkey” should be followed by one about drinking it. It’s been years since I did a celebratory shot of Wild Turkey, and yeah, you guessed it, the post-hunt moment came back at camp after killing a good gobbler in, where else, Kentucky. Our hunt host insisted.

I suppose it’s possible to say the so-named brand of Kentucky straight bourbon whiskey is as famous among wild turkey hunters as any other group. I’ve even one of those diminutive bottles of Wild Turkey sitting behind glass with such classic turkey calls as the Lynch box my dad actually bought from the man himself back in the 1950s. There’s a certain positive vibe in a bottle of Wild Turkey that’s unrivaled, whether you still drink or not.

As lore suggests, the name came about when distillery managerial authority Thomas McCarthy took warehouse samples on a wild turkey hunting trip in the 1940s. The next year his friends asked him for “some of that wild turkey whiskey.” This birthed the famous brand that’s now a sponsor of the National Wild Turkey Federation’s annual calling championships. The rest is history.

WARNING: You need to be legal drinking age to enter the site: and I know that’s no trouble for most of us! Just curious guys: Does a bottle of Wild Turkey sit somewhere in your turkey camp as it has in so many I’ve visited from New England to California?