With duck season over,Hub has started practicing for yet another fowl hunting stretch. On Sunday after a long day of shopping (for camping stuff), we returned home for some duck dinner. Well you know how that went. After supper, down to the basement we went for some energy release.
Amongst the toddler screams and the baby whines was the heavy sound of ...turkey calls. Yep, you heard it right, turkey calls. Hub slipped one under the radar and bought a little plastic thingy that fits into his mouth named a diaphragm turkey caller. He has to recite different sounds in order to obtain just the right clatter or cackle or clucker or purr or whatever it's called.
So while I expected a nice quiet, wind down evening what I listened to was Kit, Kit, Kit, Cat, Cat, Cat , Chalk, Chalk, Chalk, Purrrr,Purrrr, Purrrr, extremely loud with a diaphragm turkey caller.
To Hub: this next clip will prove that you really only need to make crazy noises in order for the turkey to respond.
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