SDMF
10-15-2006, 08:30 PM
Today (sun) I took my son to our river to hunt a bayou.Everything went well up until 10 min. before shooting time.I was over by our boat when I checked my watch: 6:20 a.m. Grabbed my Foiles TR and gave a few quacks.Told my son we had ten mins. to go. I walked over to my son and sat down.Abouut 6;30 shooting time started,I told him "these boys is in trouble this year with this call".I grabbed my TR and the f***ing insert was GONE! It fell out into the mud somewhere between me and where I sat down.I bet I only walked 30ft. Well I walked back to the boat and grabbed my spotlight.I searched EVERY inch of that bank and couldn't find it anywhere.I walked it three times.I waited till it got light enough and scoured it more.Guys this call means ALOT to me.My grandfather died last year at the age of 87.He had always been there for me.A true role model for our family.The TR I have is a pearlized black call that I had his name,birth and death dates on,plus the "dead man's hand" Aces and Eights.I was just gonna hunt it this year and retire it for keeps.Man I am still sick to my stomach over this.Guess I need to call Jennifer Mon. DAMN!