I’ve been trying to teach my hunting buddy to call turkeys with a diaphragm mouth call. He has not progressed as nicely as I would have preferred and in fact the last time I heard his calling demonstration he could barely emit a few strange noises that I would equate to replicating the sounds a ruptured gobbler immersed in deep pain would make.
In an effort, (pure as the driven snow), to help my friend and encourage and motivate him I used the tactic of hurling an occasional sharp barb at him and launched some token insults and ridicule in his direction concerning his calling ability. My ingenious tactics seem to have worked because he’s become increasingly driven to succeed and is determined to prove me wrong and now practices constantly in his quest to become a world class turkey caller.
His wife told me that he continually walks around with “that stupid turkey call” in his mouth honking away. She said he practices constantly, be it in the car, in the house, out in the yard, or even in the bathtub.
While I was away in Oklahoma last weekend, he went turkey hunting without me. When I inquired as to his success, he told me that he’d initially made up his mind that he wasn’t gonna tell me about his adventure, but he’d already told his wife and knew if he didn’t tell me, she would. He figured it would be better coming from him than her.
So he recounted his story. His eyes sparkled as he told me that it was a perfect morning, the night was black as velvet and the silver stars twinkled brightly as he walked to his turkey blind. He arrived at his favorite spot right on time and quickly settled into position. The whippoorwills and frogs were creating a symphony of music as he relaxed and awaited a glorious dawn.
Just after daylight he began calling in earnest. Suddenly he saw movement. Excitement began to overtake him; his mouth became dry; his heart was wildly pounding; and he slowly began to lift his gun and his finger tightened on the trigger. He couldn’t see all that well and all of a sudden . . .
There they were!
Right on schedule two real beauties showed up. There was however a problem; he was looking at two wild pigs instead of turkeys. My buddy had successfully called up two wild pigs with his turkey call.
A-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!
I laughed so hard I thought I would injure myself.
It got better.
He explained that the trip wasn’t a complete loss because he shot and killed both pigs.
A-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!
Sometimes in life we try so-o-o-o-o hard to achieve our goals and then for whatever reason the results are not quite the same as we might have desired or anticipated.
So what to do?
We can sit around and plan a little pity party for poor little ol’ me and light a candle in front of a photo of a strutting turkey and mourn our misfortune, or we can celebrate our newfound success and invite some friends over to a picnic complete with pork barbeque, potato salad, chips, baked beans, jet cold Coca Cola, and some loud music.
WOO HOO!
Enjoy the peace of God in whatever for you are blessed today – Count your
blessings one by one . . .
Okay this little piggy went to market; this little piggy went wee, wee, wee all
the way home . . .
A-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!
Philippians 4:6
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.