Preston and his first turkey(from my dad)

Preston and I went to the Locks this morning and there was a turkey walking down the river bank. I let him take a shot at it and he hit it. We landed the boat and went looking for it and there it was....he shot it again. It went to flopping and jumping in the air and feathesr were flying and then it just quit like it was dead. I told him to shot it once more and when he did, it went into the air again and flopped and jumped around and then got up and ran off into the weeds. We could never find it.
This picture shows Preston aiming at the turkey (dark object in the weeds) when he shot it the last time. It died, no doubt, but we couldn't find it.