OK, so I meant 7 Mountain time
So here I am peeing my pants wondering if I will ever see my bird again or if he is coyote bait. My dad gets back with the calvary (Duke and Sage) our English Setters and I let dad know shoot first ask questions later.We cross the creek and after a few minutes Duke starts acting like he smells something so I tell him to "hunt dead" and about 2 seconds later Mr Gobbler takes off on a run with Sage in hot pursuit and me doin my best to keep up while hollering shoot to my dad. Luckily he didn't have a shot. I get up to a road and look towards the creek to see my turkey laying beside a multi flora rose bush with his head up. He sees me and crawls into it. So I ease down there and start emptying my quiver. The hunt gods found favor in me today.
Just in case anyone doesn't think it was my lucky day, when we got back up to my great aunts old house I found these.
Just goes to show I would rather be lucky than good any day.
Thanks for tagging along.