On Thursday night, before our big outing with Brian, Dad and I sighted in our new shotgun. We paced out 30 yards and started shooting at our make-shift turkey heads.
|Dad shooting at 30 yards.|
My comment to Dad after I took two shots at this piece of paper: “As long as a turkey comes in from my left, I should be in good shape.” Oh the irony!
Dad and I were confident that as long as a turkey was within 30 yards, we would be in good shape. I worked on setting the bead in the middle of the gun so that it would not pull to the left. It was a new gun for us and long – 28 inches but it was comfortable and I was confident that I could shoot it.
We went to bed around 8pm so that we wwould somewhat functional when the alarm went go off at 2:30am.
What happened next has been playing over and over in my head ever since…