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Peyton's Putter-Custom Box Calls
Description
It all began with me as a child in northern Louisiana, sitting by the fireplace and listening to Papaw's turkey hunting stories. He preferred a wing bone call, but in a pinch could call a turkey by pressing a green leaf between his thumbs and blowing through it to make turkey sounds. Then there was his clothespin hawk call he used for locating turkeys. He took a clothespin apart, turned the flat sides together, stretched a piece of cellophane between the sides and nailed the ends with tiny nails. I have his clothespin locator call to this very day. He was born in 1886 and died when I was 14 years old and left me with all the memories that I needed to spend the rest of my life as a hunter.
The only call my Dad used was a piece of chalkboard slate, cut and scraped down to the proper thickness and shaped to fit his cupped palm. The striker was made of lighter knot pine, shaped with a pocket knife and burned on the end to make it hard. He was known around home as "The Turkey Hunter".
My Daddy started taking me turkey hunting when I was 10 years old. He wouldn't let me take a gun though. He would drop me off by the side of the road and I would sit on a stump or log until dark, hoping to hear a turkey gobble when he went to roost.
