One of the legends I met...
Years back I got an invite to hunt at Bill Jones place on the coast of Georgia....this was before the bigger hunt he put on at Cabin Bluff before the riff raff wriggled their way into the hunt.
Flights out of Nashville were half price of a flight out of Memphis.....Howard Harlan said I should drive up to his house in Nashville and fly with him and his sidekick....(I forget his name).
We were met in Jacksonville Florida by Jim Jones driving a green 1970's vintage Cadillac Limo. When we arrived in camp I notice Howard Harlan and his sidekick were scrambling to get their stuff in the house. When they walked in Zack Farmer walked out....they had this possum grin on their faces seems they had stuck me in the room with Farmer. I'm getting my stuff in the room and Farmer is following me around like a puppy dog with a piece of paper. "Brother Cox look what my takey call sold for at the Orangeburg Turkey banquet"....I replied "Ain't it amazing what a bunch of drunk idiots will do".
This house had 2 bedrooms with twin beds and 3 bathrooms....next I hear" Brotha Cox you know this bedroom only has one bathroom".....I replied "I don't plan on spending a lot of time in the bathroom I'll use the one in the hall"
Next thing "Brotha Cox you don't plan on smoking in here is ya"....."I wasn't planning on it but I will if you want me to"..."Oh no".
I decided to just sleep on the fold out couch in the living room.....I told Brotha Zack to wake me up in the morning because I did not have an alarm or a cell phone...he said "Okay"
Next morning I hear shuffling around and see light under the door.....I jump out of bed and Brotha Zack is heading out the door...."I told you to wake me up when you got up"...."I thought you had an alarm"....."Brotha Zack your lucky I heard you and got up because if daylight had caught me sleeping I would be hunting you and when I caught up to you it wouldnt have been nice"
I came back about 1 or 2 in that afternoon.....I had cleaned my turkey and put the meat in a walk in cooler.
Brotha Zack was sitting on the front porch swing when I pulled up on this electric cart they let me use.....he came walking out.
"Did you kill you a takee ?"....."I killed a nice one"....."Did you call him with your trumpet calla ?"...."I chased the turkey for close to mile set up several times the hunt took about 5 hours I used several calls on him a trumpet a box call a pot call and the little Jet style slate style call I showed you yesterday is what tuned the tide....then I used a diaphragm call to get his head up in the Palmettos for the kill so I used several calls on him".
Then Zack crossed his arms leaned back a little and kinda stuck his chest out and said...."I kill all my takees with my trumpet calla"
"Brotha Zack I got a question for you"...."ok"
"If you call all your turkeys with your trumpet call why do you tote that Lynch box caller ?" that caught him off guard because not many people knew he toted a Lynch box call.....
He replied "Oh...I only tote it for luck"....I stepped a little closer to him...."Brotha Ack ain't you a Preacher man ?".......he quickly replied "Oh yes I'm a Preacher man"....." I didn't think Preachers believed in luck"...."Oh no I don't believe in luck"
I stepped a little closer like right up close to his face and replied..."Brotha Zack don't tell that crap to a turkey man because we don't tote stuff we don't use"
The day the Preacher man met the devil down in Georgia.
