I've had it since I was a little kid following my dad around in the deer woods, trying to" G-- D----t BE QUIET! Probably from catching one upside the head when the muzzle of my empty .22 went astray. I called it a "blue" noise and couldn't understand why no one else could hear it.
I've sort of gotten used to it after all these years but sometimes now it's bothersome. At these times I find a little Jack Daniels helps.
