Here's my turkey stories: 15-ish years ago, I gave an escape artist of a cat to my mom. She lived on my mom's 10 forested acres, had some half-bobcat kittens, ate a lot of snakes, etc. One day, she was in the small backyard area my mom kept and she was chased up a tree by a flock of a dozen or so Eastern Turkeys. I had to go out and chase the turkeys away so she would come down.
I had never seen a wild turkey before she moved to central Michigan in 2000. In two decades outside of Ann Arbor, I saw zero. Thousands of Canadian Geese and hundreds of whitetail deer though - there was an open field across the street that migrating geese would spend a couple days in.
In 06 or 07, I moved to metro Sacramento. In Roseville there is a ravine with creek running right through the center of town (Dry Creek, it eventually dumps into the Sacramento River). Lots of non-native Rio Grande wild turkeys lived in that ravine. One weekend morning driving down Douglas Blvd (3 lanes each direction + median + turn lanes) a white-ish turkey ran out in front of the pickup in front of me. The bird exploded, feathers everywhere. Imagine Randy Johnson destroying that seagull, and make it 10x bigger!
My office overlooked the ravine, so every morning when it wasn't 1000 degrees, a few turkeys would wander the parking lot, messing with cars and intimidating people.
I don't have any Mass turkey stories, but I sure see a lot of them.