Last time we were in Nebraska turkey hunting my preacher killed his gobbler, filleted it out, and grilled strips of it wrapped around a piece of cream cheese and then bacon wrapped around that. While he was doing that I slipped off in the canyon behind our cabin and found a bunch of morels around old, burned cottonwoods. We had gotten some home-grown potatoes from a rancher friend and sat down to a meal of wild turkey, fresh morels, and home-grown french fries. I think darn near one of, if not the best, meal I've ever eaten.