Traveled home last week and was able to get a short hunt in amongst family business. Set up at the edge of a cut corn field and started calling. Like a flight of stealth fighters, the first group came over tree top high and silent from behind and caught me looking elsewhere. Not to be outdone, hit them with the come back. I watched as a second group landed in the pecan trees just out of range. Those nasty boogers! Nothing would bring them!! Gathered my thoughts and things and walked the 40 yards to Valhalla (our ancestral home) and heard them laughing at me. So I stepped beside a cedar and gave them another chance to become famous. They came along the fence row this time and as the reached the edge of the woodlot, flared after peeping to see what was up. Perfect! TBC 3 nasty boogers. Mojo had been restored! (Sorry no pictures, can't seem to get them off the Hoodoo Lady's phone)
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Old Ironworkers never die, they just rust away - Bob Harrington
