I thought I'd post one last update on this since the turkey hunt has ended.
I took the 12 year old out for one last weekend. In short we had a good weekend. We went out and did quite a bit of hiking to see if we could figure out what elevation/area the birds were hanging out at. I got out the crow and owl calls along with the turkey calls but we never saw a bird all weekend. We saw some elk and deer and along with some beuatiful country. I noticed the daughter was getting more and more inquisitive about her surroundings and I was all too happy to teach her what ever she was willing to absorb about the outdoors.
In short it was a good weekend but the 2010 Utah general turkey hunt ended without a bird for the daughter or myself. Next year we'll put in for a limited entry tag and make another run at it.
I've spent countless hours either on my hands and knees or bent over, messing up my back, looking for blood. One such instance I remember most was a hog hunt a few years ago in Mississippi. I had never shot a hog so when I poked a hole in this guy; I was determined to find him. Wearing snake leggings, I crawled on my hands and knees through the briars and the brambles and bushes where a rabbit wouldn't go. I found a spot of blood here and there but never the pig. And lucky for me, I didn't find...