His name was Gary, he looked to be in his mid-thirties. He had never hunted anything at all in his life until now, and he was going to be a turkey hunter. He was outfitted with a new bow, all new hunting clothes and a pocketful of maps. He was wandering around, "learning the area" and hoping to kill a bird, the chance of which, hunting with a bow and neither popup blind nor prior experience, was infinitesimally small unless he found one hung up in a fence. Meanwhile he was scaring my turkeys.