The way I see it, either my calls are finicky or I'm finicky. Calls just seem to sound different on different days. It may be related to temperature or humidity but I'll sometimes cycle through a few before I hit one that sounds right and I'll keep running it a while. It's often one of the bat wing cuts from Woodhaven but some days Stony's Fatal Attraxion or the Straight Creek glass over slate sound the sweetest.


"When there was no fowl, we ate crawdad, when there was no crawdad, we ate sand."

"YOU ATE SAND!" - Raising Arizona