Monday, July 20, 2009

True Story Tuesday by Mr. Daddy

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Calling Falling For It



Bugling for elk in the early fall has been a passion of mine for a long, long time. As has been yukering people with a good practical joke.

So being able to combine the two, would be as close to nirvana as I could put myself.

Being up in the high mountains at the crack of dawn, and watching to world come awake - the sun peeking over the horizon, the morning mist shrouding the high mountain meadows, birds chirping, and the small sounds of the start of day....

Then high above you on a tree covered ridge the piercing whistle and full blown grunting of a bull elk, challenging all comers. Then across the draw, the thundering reply as the challenge is acknowledged and accepted.. "O" yeah game on.

The sneak to get into position, always conscious of the shifting wind, and any undue motion that will give you away. A few calf calls, and some se*xy cow chirping to mask any sound that you make, while you get into a position to do some challenging of your own...

If everything works JUST right, you might be rewarded with the experience of your life:

a 1,ooo or so pound bull all juiced up to kick your A@@, and take no prisoners.....

I have had them as close as 12 to 15 feet, eyes blood red, snot streaming from both nostrils, literally peeing all over themselves (yeah they do that, some kind of elk ritual I guess). When they are worked up to that fevered a pitch, they are looking to kick some serious booty baby...

And that my friends, is some of the reasons for my passion for bugling elk....

My other passion???? Well, it all started out innocently enough...

There were some people over from Australia visiting the church that I attended, in a life long ago and far, far away...

And as it was about this time of year my neck was starting to swell and my eyes were getting all glassy, just thinking about the up and coming elk season...

One of the fellows from down under was quite taken with all the talk of camping out in the high country and all the stories of calling the wild and wily Wapiti. (that's the Indian name for an elk)

Now as you all know (I am sure) there are no wild or wily Wapiti (or elk) in the land down under... and I'm not sure, but I think that he was rather skeptical that you could actually call in an elk...

And it was in that moment that the idea was born in my devious little mind to, shall we say, milk it for all that it was worth...

Every time that we were around each other he would bug me to demonstrate an elk call... Me, I just gave him all kinds of lame duck excuses why I could not do it at that particular time...

Things had to be just right...ya know, mood lightingm the right settings, my vocal cords were strained from all the worship training that we were giving them.. .You name it and I pretty much used it....

Now you must understand that it had become very common knowledge that he wanted to hear an elk call, and that I was working on giving him the very best that I had, to give...

SSSSSssssOOOOOOooooooooo, the day before they were to leave, we were all at a big get together, and I calmly announced that I thought that I had every thing in order for the best elk call that he would ever hear....


The moon was in the seventh house, and jupiter was aligned with Mars...I had found my center, and my third eye was focused on the task at hand...

"O" yeah baby.... he was taking the bait really good and I was feeding him some line.....

The time was almost right, but not quite....

I gathered them all around the podium, and announced that it was now or never,

I clasped my hands, gently bowed my head and started my warm up....

It started with a soft wispering hum, a few fa la la's, a gentle cough, stretched my neck and rolled my head around a few times....

Opened my eyes and look at him and asked him if he was ready for it????

He answered in the affirmitive....

Every one present was hanging in the balance...Waiting, and Waiting

I lowered my head, sucked in a big lung full of air........




and gently called out......



HERE ELK!!!


HERE ELK!!!!




there was a collective gasp from every one present.

The total Deer In The Headlight look from my friend from down under!!!!!

And then the thunderous roar of laughter from all present....



And that my friends is how you call elk for an Aussie.....(or anyone else that will guppy up for you) *snicker*


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20 comments:

Tranquility said...

Haha...
Cute. ;)

Lisa said...

Okay. There are SOOO many things I have to say here, lol. I will start with that LOVELY red hat you are sporting there, Mr. Daddy. Looks like a color version of a Charlie Chaplin. :) Second, who on earth is that mountain man with you and is he the one that really caught the elk? lol Third, after such a wonderful description of all that elk stuff and elk pee, I feel as though I need to shower. UGH. Of course I will use no scent soap, or whatever it is called, if we were going hunting. You have inspired me for an elk story, but I am a big girl this week and have my TST all prepared and ready to post as soon as I finish this comment. I shall fix up my elk post for next week. I bet the elk wasn't the only thing peeing his "pants" when you finally showed that Aussie your "elk call!" Too funny.

Mr. Daddy said...

Lisa that is an original felt crusher... and I still have it...LOL
Although I have traded in my plaid shirt and blue jeans for camo, now.

Rachel said...

Lisa -

If I had to guess, I'd say that Mr. Daddy bugled the elk in, and Dave "caught" it.

Had to laugh at your choice of words. Cuz prissy me - I don't like to think of them doing anything but "catching" them!

And that Dave... we love him. He's the one from Toby Keith's "I Ain't as Good As I Once Was" - you know... "I said Daaaaaaaaave!" :)

And that red felt crusher Mr. Daddy is referring to? I just might have hid that real good ;)

Megan said...

LOL Hilarious!!!

Emily said...

Ok, just hilarious. Now, were you wearing that stylish red hat when you called the elk for the Aussie? ;)

momof3darlings said...

OMGosh, that is PRICELESS! BAHAHAHAHA!!!

brian said...

Hook, line, and sinker...

:)

Foursons said...

Oh man, I never saw that coming. I feel like a dufus falling for that just like the Aussie. *hit self on forehead*

Pam D said...

The picture alone is worth 1000 words. And ewww. Just ewww.. I've obviously never been around an elk in rut, and I pretty much have now decided that I don't WANT to be, either.
Poor Aussie. Send him over here to the South... we'll show him some hospitality. Bless his heart...

wife.mom.nurse said...

Oh Rachel, I thought this was your story and I was so surprised by your love for hunting Elk. :)

Funny story Mr. Daddy!

(That's quite a picture!!!!)

Stacy said...

You mean that's not how you call an elk?? All this time... ;)

Did I ever tell you that my dad and his cohorts would pack up the horses and mules and ride 30 miles into the Sawtooth Range into Idaho to go elk hunting for 2-3 weeks? They did that for years. It sounded quite rustic, but beautiful to be there were not many other humans went. They wouldn't even stake the horses and just set them lose in a meadow. They knew where their food came from! One night Mac, our old leader horse, just about took down Dad's tent when there was a bear about. He gave a few warning whistles to Dad but when he didn't get up and grab his gun, Mac made it known that he needed to get up LOL!

Foursons said...

If Emily returns to read this...Emily I'm trying desperately to read your post. Your blog won't load all the way for me! I get everything but the post itself!

Anyways- sorry for hijacking your blog AGAIN Rachel and Mr. Daddy.

Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy said...

Oh. My. Word. I am cracking up!!! That is something my husband would do!!! (Not that I think he has ever seen an elk in real life other than at the zoo. We ARE city folks over here. We gasp when we see squirrels. If we saw an elk, we just might be the ones wetting ourselves.) Love this post!!!

Mrs. Nurse Boy

Lisa said...

Now that I think of it, Mr. Daddy, I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier. You probably do a little better hunting without vibrant red clothes and plaid. They do make camo for a reason! lol

And Rachel, I will humbly admit I had actually typed "got" instead of "caught" at first, because that is how we hillbillies refer to capturing "wild" prey around here: "I got me a deer," or "Did you get a deer?" LOL

Here in KY, you have to sign up and pay money to go on limited numbers elk hunts, because they just "incorporated" elk into our neck of the woods at a couple of state parks!

Foursons said...

Rachel- can't believe you apologized for hijacking my blog! I have done that to y'all so much lately. ha ha ha.

And the buyers with the dog- I can't believe the nerve of some people. We're allergic too, and I would have had an absolute fit if they walked in anyways. Who ARE these people that create all this blogging inspiration?

K said...

That is the FUNNIEST story ever
And you guys look great

Pam D said...

Oh, thanks, Mr. D. Up until now, I've never even considered the sexual orientation of my lizard. Now? Well, he hung out with guys all day, he accessorizes well and looks stunning in a fedora, and his name is ChAce. You decide.

Sara said...

Funny, Mr. Daddy. That is very similar to how my three year old nephew calls for turkey. It seems we could do the same for you...."Heeeeerrrrrreeeee Tuuuuurrrrkeeeeeeyyyy!" :)

Rachel said...

Okay - those random comments that turn into split conversations have me totally confused. Since when did this go in the direction of a lizard's gender identity crisis??? Now I gotta go stalk Pamd D's comments!