Huh, now I'd thought Bob might take a shot across my bow, but not Snakeboots...well, I might be a yankee, but I spent most of my life wandering the woodlands and reading land and I'd be happy to take a certain redneck on a journey quest in some of our forever wild lands, but he'd be so disappointed that there wasn't a saloon at the top of every ridge or girly club at the bottom of every hollow.
Bob, I knew there was a trick to this here gaget so thanks my friend for clearing the air on how it works...two big holes huh, well perhaps I should rethink your caller and pop a couple holes in the rails sos you can string it around your neck and not lose it.
Brent, gotta thank you for not taking a cheap shot when clearly one was offered.
She's a beaut Bob, but I'm be all tuckered out if I have to move every time I scratch this lil-caller--a mighty thanks to you sir!
