Moose Calling 101

My Dad is a Jack of ALL Trades - and master of quite a few - I would say. He's a highschool shop teacher, a bus driver, the chief fireman of Hodgdon......AND - "Master Moose Caller." It's true.

He's like a Moose Whisperer....if there ever were such a thing.

Anyway, when we go up home, often in the evenings we'll go out and try to lure in one of these bad boys. Never once have we seen one when all of the hooligans have tagged along. Not sure why. Maybe it's because the middle-est one can't keep his lips closed for more than one second - and even when he DOES whisper - it sounds like a small freight train. Or, maybe it's because the oldest has to pee every five minutes. Or maybe, it's because the really largest one - the one that I'm married to - likes to try his hand at rapping into the moose caller, as opposed to actually trying to call the thing in to us. Just a few WILD guesses.

Regardless - we still have a grand old time drinking our coffee, sitting up on the hood, whispering, peeing, and rapping away. Here's a little clip of the last time we all went.

This time was pretty uneventful. We didn't see a thing. Shocker.
Isn't my Dad, cute? OH, how I love that man. He totally rocks.

Anyway.....THIS time, when Dad was calling a moose all by his lonesome - just looky at what the cat dragged in:

A Moose-Whisperer, I tell you..........