Turkey scratchings? Everywhere. Luna was gone for stretches of time, but no barking. Her tendency to yip-yap at yard squirrels and doves hinted at possibilities. "I noticed you kept looking at your watch," my buddy Marc said. Yep. The last thing I wanted to do was lose her on her first fall turkey hunt. My verbal commands likely scared the turkeys deeper into the woods: "Luna come," followed by whistling, way more than I usually do. Was I eager to speed the day to "finished" dog, and impress my longtime bud who'd hunted with my best turkey dog ever, my Midge, now gone? Maybe.