I am sure many of us have been fooled by fluties, suckered by squirrels, or bamboozled by birds... but what are some other things that have tricked you?
I'll go first. I was bow hunting for elk this last September. It had been a really quiet week, nothing was talking... I had almost forgot what a bugle sounded like. The temps were high and the smoke was thick - making my sinuses feel like garbage. Finally, the conditions started to cool off and a bit of snow began to fall. I felt it would be a good morning to sit and listen, perhaps they'd be talking. Just as the sun came up I heard a distant "Bugle". I made my way in the direction I thought I heard it and sat still. Seconds later, another distant "Bugle". It still sounded far away, but I was confident I could close the gap and pinpoint it's origin. I made my way a couple hundred more yards and stopped to listen and warm my hands up. I heard the "Bugle" again, almost immediately... but this one sounded much closer. The forest was dead quiet, no wind at all and just a light snow falling. I pulled my ears out from underneath my beanie to try and detect every sound possible. Again, I heard the high pitch of a "Bugle", only this time I realized the origin of was right underneath my nose... literally! The week of breathing smoke had caused some pretty nasty sinus congestion and produced some of those big, black, crusty boogers. One of them bad boys lodge himself just right in my nostril to produce an impressive whistle... that sounded like a pretty dang good bugle. And that's how I was beguiled by the Buglin' Booger.
I'll go first. I was bow hunting for elk this last September. It had been a really quiet week, nothing was talking... I had almost forgot what a bugle sounded like. The temps were high and the smoke was thick - making my sinuses feel like garbage. Finally, the conditions started to cool off and a bit of snow began to fall. I felt it would be a good morning to sit and listen, perhaps they'd be talking. Just as the sun came up I heard a distant "Bugle". I made my way in the direction I thought I heard it and sat still. Seconds later, another distant "Bugle". It still sounded far away, but I was confident I could close the gap and pinpoint it's origin. I made my way a couple hundred more yards and stopped to listen and warm my hands up. I heard the "Bugle" again, almost immediately... but this one sounded much closer. The forest was dead quiet, no wind at all and just a light snow falling. I pulled my ears out from underneath my beanie to try and detect every sound possible. Again, I heard the high pitch of a "Bugle", only this time I realized the origin of was right underneath my nose... literally! The week of breathing smoke had caused some pretty nasty sinus congestion and produced some of those big, black, crusty boogers. One of them bad boys lodge himself just right in my nostril to produce an impressive whistle... that sounded like a pretty dang good bugle. And that's how I was beguiled by the Buglin' Booger.
