Brother, sister-in-law, nephew, bailed out of the maroon mini-van they'd just settled into, each with a shot-gun in hand.  The group had been about to leave the small cattle ranch where family had gathered for a hay ride with the just-turned 70 matriarch.  Fall, turkey season in northern Idaho.   A shot fired, and heard.  In excitement, I run toward the sound and see turkey flying, hear another shot, see a turkey falling to earth, landing on pine needles on top of dark, wet ground.  Fresh…