My brother came up an hunted with me. We were slipping down this old logging road about noon and I heard a young hen clucking. I took that Musk Ox trumpet an clucked back . She came up the side of the ridge and caught us flat footed. We are standing in the middle of the road. I just stayed with hen call for call. She got to about 6 or 7 feet. I was watching her eyes. I whined and a super low cluck and she leaned aroutme to see where that hen was. My brother started laughing and said Boy you so fat that she had to look around you. Sometimes it think ever Mama didn't like him much either.
