Sort of lol. The story stems from his writing a letter to a cousin, I think, where it was mostly in jest about how the Bald Eagle is a thief, and a turkey would fight anything (because they are fucking stupid. I've seen Tom's peck and kick at their own reflection in a Ford Explorer door).
We live in an area where we have huge groups of turkeys come through our yard. Our dog spotted them and barked, sending 30 of them into the trees around us, which was something I'll never forget, lol.
Also, the babies are super cute to see running around.
To be fair, the turkey he wanted to be the national bird was not the fat and stupid kind people eat for dinner, it was the angry dinosaur that was around in his day. I still see them around here. They have spurs on their legs that would rip your stomach open if it wanted to do it. You don't want to fuck with a wild tom.