
I had my shotgun and #5's but didn't find a turkey.
Loaded the Bronco to drive out to the range, but baby wouldn't start. Yadda, yadda, yadda, ... I walked to the parking lot, and called Glen. He'd had a medical procedure that morning, was told not to drive (the sedative), so his wife drove to Fort Knox and he took over from there. I met them at Martino's turn, we went in.
Glen got it started a couple of times, spraying starter fluid up an intake. But it died, wouldn't start. They drove me and my stuff home, arrived about 10.
This morning he spoke with the engine shop, they agreed on a likely culprit and he picked one up, and then picked me up, and we drove in. Switched out the part and switched on the Bronco. And a tom turkey strolled thru camp.
So, all swell that end swell, but I'm now leaving Thurs instead of Wed for my OR trip.