I think that the last line in Vernon, Florida is supposed to be very important… I’m just not sure how. The film ends with us out on the lake (pond, river, some type of body of water) with the gentleman who likes to hunt turkeys, looking at trees filled with buzzards. As he, and the rest of the men in Vernon, leaves us, he gives us one last pearl of wisdom: “I wish there were more turkeys than buzzards.”

In my mind, that statement should be leading to some kind of higher cognitive thought about the fact that maybe we are all a bunch of turkeys, waiting to get picked off by the next hunter or buzzard. I don’t know. I’m not quite sure how I feel about it yet.

I do know this: with all the very old men in Vernon, Florida, it sure looks like those buzzards are waiting around to some type of purpose…