Grew up back in Wisconsin. Our traditional Thanksgiving holiday weekend included pigging out on the holiday, then heading north to spend the remainder of the 4-day weekend deer hunting.
Mom stayed home, always thinking that she was married to, and raising [brother and I], a bunch of idiots considering that'd give up a perfectly warm and comfortable home to go out and freeze their buns off in the woods.
How I miss those great deer-camp memories!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!