One day, while riding in the front seat with a friend behind the wheel, I saw my reflection in the adolescent man sitting next to me. He was driving a immense red truck and simultaneously honking at a duck. He seemed to be trying to master the call, the notes of which started high and moved down the musical scale in steady tempo.
The first note is louder and more resonant – demanding the duck’s attention – and the subsequent notes are a bit sharper and faster. Unlike me at that age, he knew what he was doing. His call was as polished as a competition caller’s.
For duck hunting enthusiasts, the magical season is approaching
