The men carved the meat in our family, but maybe that’s a fairly recent tradition in the last century or so.
Yup, men carve
Our family tradition is everyone gets into the act. From youngest to oldest we form a skirmish line in the woods and herd the turkeys into a smaller and smaller circle til one can catch the largest turkey.
Then we all converge upon the hapless beast like ravenous wolves and tear it apart as it screams for it’s life. Saving the wishbone for the youngest.
Then we settle in for some football.