I was raised and first turkey hunted in the Allegheny foothills, technically Appalachia, a fact I'm proud of. One of my earliest memories growing up in north-central Pennsylvania's turkey country was of a big winter flock running up a side hill. My dad had shot the little home movie. The birds had been visiting a wire feeder holding corn, a common sight in my youth. By spring the gobblers and hens would disperse.