Turkey Hunters

Daniel got a turkey one morning and we were all pretty proud of him. My children were so obsessed with the turkey that they were each taking dibs on which part of the bird they got to keep. Shaylee got the tail, Emma didn't want any part of that animal, and Blake got the beard. Yes, I guess my kids are pretty morbid but very proud of their Daddy.

Shaylee went turkey hunting this year. Daniel took her out target shooting and she shot the bullseye every time. He knew she was definately ready. She slept in her clothes and laid on top of her covers so she could get up fast when it was time to go. She is usually not a morning person but the day of the hunt she was up and reasy to go. They got in their place behind the blind at about 5:45a.m. and by 6:15 Shaylee was wanting to get out and find the Turkeys herself. Daniel kept telling her to wait 10 more minutes and about the fourth time she asked he finally gave in.
They probably walked about 10 yards and a Turkey flew down right in front of them. Daniel was so mad and looked at Shaylee and said I told you we should have waited. I told Daniel well you are the Boss you shouldn't have given in to her. Easier said then done I guess. Needless to say they came home seeing one but empty handed.