Today was another learning experience. Thought I knew what I was doing processing turkeys. Learned the hard way today that processing a 40# plus broad breasted is way different than the other birds I have done before, none over 30#. First clue that it might be different is that I need both hands to pick this tom up by the legs and it was like holding a baseball bat in each hand. Second clue the bird did not fit into the cone I have been using this season. OH MY!!! Third clue bird is less than amused when I pull him out of the cone. Still he cooperates pretty well considering. Then it looks like my luck has changed. He obediently puts his head and neck on the chopping block. Clean one shot with the cleaver. Then it begins to look like a scene from a bad comedy. This bird takes forever to bleed out. If I did not know better I would think it was getting multiple transfusions just to freak me out. Of course every 10 or 15 seconds this headless turkey decides it wants to get up and take a walk. Fortunately he never got away to bruise himself. Last challenge the scalding pot. It worked but did not look anything like the HUGE 20 gallon stock pot it is. That was my first and will be my last huge turkey. Once was enough and the adventure of cooking him has yet to occur. I am probably going to cut him up before brine and then smoke the pieces all at once. Maybe that way the breast can come out nice and moist since it won't be waiting on the thunder thighs to get up to 165 degrees. I'm tired.