Now I’ve heard it all! Sister-in-law Beth told me about a pastor my brother Bob knew. The man had two churches, one in town, and the other out in the country. He told Bob the country church, Carolina Presbyterian, had a long-standing tradition for Thanksgiving Day. People gathered at the church for a short service and hearty breakfast, after which all the men went hunting. They came to church in their hunting clothes, and their dogs were waiting in the trucks.