If the Pilgrims had been this indecisive, they'd have starved

 Or I could have just invited one of Walt's girlfriends over to do the honors

Or I could have just invited one of Walt's girlfriends over to do the honors

So I'm sitting at my kitchen table, blogging, drinking coffee, and I notice that the local flock of wild turkeys has reappeared in my back yard. I'm stuck: do I go with the shotgun which is standing by the door, with two turkey loads ready to go, or use the cross-bow? One is bound to alarm the neighbors a bit with its noise, but it's a sure kill, while the other, though silent, may require me to go chase a flopping bird across the yard next door. I finally decide on the bow, but by the time I retrieve it from the garage, locate the bird-point for a shaft, cock it and return, the birds have wandered into the woods. Still a doable shot with the gun, but the bow might be dicey. While I consider a bit more, they've gone. Sheesh.

They've been showing up most mornings at this time, so check in tomorrow. I'm thinking shotgun, but both weapons are now ready.