So I thought it was just another rib when Ed asked me if I had a deer call. I insisted that I had successfully hunted deer for years without a deer call, but I finally agreed to make one on the way. “John, meet a poor cheechako who says he’s a deer hunter—although he’s never heard of a deer call.” After supper Ed and John tried out the deer call I’d made on the boat. We still had good shooting light as we eased into hiding on the lower side of the little muskeg.