In 1978, At the age of 14, I shot my first gobbler using a box call given to me by my Dad. It wouldn't be until 2014, and after many years in the military that I took my second gobbler using that same call. After taking birds in 2015 and 2016, I ended up losing my cherished box call and heirloom when it fell out of my coat pocket during an early morning hunt. I searched and searched that year, retracing my steps, but never found it. And every subsequent year I always made time to look for it when I was in the area, but to no avail. So, today I'm chasing a hard to catch gobbler and decide to make a big loop around the end of a ridge. Well, I never could get the gobbler to come in. After deciding I'd head home for the day, I start the climb to the top of the ridge, taking the more strenuous but more direct route. As I look down to plant my foot for the first push up the steep slope, I step directly over my long lost Lynch World Champion Turkey Call. Still confined in its after market carrying case it was soaked from last week's rain but not warped, rotted, or eaten by rodents. Aside from a nest of ants that seemed to enjoy the dark interior, it looked to be in good shape, with just a little fading of the exposed parts. What a treat to regain my old faithful call from my childhood. Can't wait to get it completely dried out, chalked up, back in my vest, and into the Turkey woods once again. Below are the pics of this classic.
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