I hadda make my six-week supply run today, a little early but I was running out of some essentials.
When I got back and was unloading the truck Em pleaded to go out so I let her out on the front porch. But when I looked out the window I saw a turkey on the driveway, about thirty yards from the porch, just meandering along. I told Emma to stay on the porch and went to get a camera.
By the time I got outside the turkey was gone, but I was sure it had gone into the high grass next to the driveway. I let Emma stay out with me and we started to move quietly through the grass. Em caught the scent and began to cast back and forth ahead of me. I saw the turkey raise its head to look at me and I therefore knew where it was. When Emma flushed it I was ready and as it crossed ahead of me I managed to get off about four shots.
I felt bad about pestering her, but at the same time I don't want her to get too comfortable or feel too safe here. I would rather that she not nest here in the compound where Emma might stumble upon her brood. I don't want to run her off, but a little 'stress-testing' is not entirely out of order.
Emma came back to me with her eyes bugged out. "Dad! I just flushed the biggest frickin' pheasant in the known universe!"