That did it. Even from behind and off to the side, I could see Cody's eyes bug out. The turkey and I watched, transfixed, as Cody lifted the gun from his lap to his shoulder in the space of what seemed like an hour, but was probably closer to 30 seconds. Then he shot the turkey in the neck. The correct answer, that day, was b.). (By the way, Cody passed the bar that week, too).