time the second blob of mud had fallen
from his chest he was gone, bolting off
across the wallow to the other side of
the coulee. One last mew from my trusty
single reed.
I got my first diaphragm turkey call from
my lifelong friend Stacey sometime
around the age of 15. A three pack of
Quaker Boy’s “Screamin’ Green” calls.
My favorite of that three pack was the
world champ & I’ve gone through dozens
since that gift. Many a long beard have
been fooled by that call and more
"THE ANXIETY
BETWEEN ARROW
RELEASE AND
RECOVERY CAN BE
EXCRUCIATING."
recently many have been fooled for
friends, family and first timers. Dang, I
love seeing the look on someone’s face
when a prehistoric (Velociraptor) looking
bird lets off a big ole’ gobble a few feet
from your