Take my little buddy Ralph DePew, for example. The pre-dawn snow that fell on the morning of his first-ever youth turkey hunt did nothing to diminish his excitement. The alarm went off, he threw on his heavy deer clothes and we hit the woods. The gobbler we’d roosted and set up on worked flawlessly. He pitched early and was on his way to us in a hurry. With the bird at 60 yards and closing, Ralphie's 12 gauge roared. The tom putted as he flew off. A quick autopsy of the situation told the tale. As the youngster bore down on his gun, the trigger-finger of his cold-weather gloves touched off the round 30 yards too soon. Lesson learned for both of us. It could have been much worse. Nowadays, hunters at my camp get hand warmers, or scissors to create their own version of fingerless gloves. Ahhhhhhh....those details.