My dad and I were out turkey hunting one morning. We heard one gobble and it wouldn't move. He told me to go sit on the path and wait for him to give himself away. I did this with no luck. He was using my crow calls and had a crow coming. I was walking down the path right in front of it. I hid in a bush as the crow soared up towards the sky to land in a tree. It took off and flew right over my dad. I raised my gun and shot. The crow took a dive and dissappeared into the woods. I went to go find my dad and he said he had his gun shouldered and had his finger on the trigger ready to shoot when he heard this gunshot. I told him I had shot because I wanted him to save his ammo since it was the expensive turkey shot. We laugh at it to this day.