The top salesman goes to a little guy, about 10 or 12, working in the Derby City booth. His name was Cody, I believe. I walked by their booth and he asked me if I'd ever played one of their calls. I thought I'd have a little fun here (kind of a sucker for kids) and soon realized I was in over my head. I asked him how they sounded. He told me to play it and then tell him. He proceeded to tell me all about the calls, how they were instrument grade woods for the pots and 500 year old maple strikers. He then got a piece of wood and showed me the growth rings, telling me all about the closeness of the grain and how it came about. Told me where the wood came from and such. Told me most people picked out a striker with the same type of wood on the striker head as to the call that they bought. He showed me a slate and aluminum version of all of the series of calls. He was showing me all of the different styles, what was new for this year and etc., etc. He was buzzing around that booth like a bee. If I had a question, he had an answer. I promise if I had asked any other person, I would not have gotten all those answers. He had taken what he had heard from every single person in that booth, combined it, and had one heck of a sales pitch. He had all the prices down. What each call came with and so forth. I could not pass all that up. I'd already told my wife I was through buying. The bank was closed and all that stuff. When I came walking up, after buying the call, she said "I thought you were through buying calls." I said, "I couldn't help myself after that sales pitch."
