Thank You, Mr. Postman

You just never know what arrive in the mail. Today, out of the blue, a new friend sent me a Tally-Ho predator call.

Although I have read about Tally-Ho calls in magazine articles I’ve edited – mostly by Gerry Blair – I had never held one in my hands or blown one. Well, now I have. It didn’t take me long for my house to be filled with sounds of a wailing rabbit, and I even belted out a few yips and howls with the little black open-reed call.

Of course, my 6-year-old daughter was on my hip quickly begging for her turn to make it squeal. She likes to blast my crow call and has succeeded in summoning a cloud of black crows to circle our house, so she always comes running whenever I’m testing a call. I must say, she sounded OK on the Tally-Ho, too.

A quick search on the Web gave me a little history lesson about Tal Lockwood, the South Dakota man who invented this call. The information card that came with the call gives basic instruction of how to use it, and ends with the following statement: “Once you call in your first animal, you will be hooked on the sport for life.”

Nailed it.