I was teaching fifth grade, and my wife was heavy with our soon-to-be-born son. We had no money, but my bride is a rockstar. It was probably the 10th time in the last two months I’d asked the Sportsman’s Warehouse employee to let me blow the call. He sighed, then huffed, and reluctantly pulled out his keys, not counting on a sale.
My wife, while I was in the restroom, bought that call. At the time, the MVP was around $130, and it was money we didn’t have. Two weeks later, at the Colorado State Duck Calling Competition, John David Stanley III beat me out to go on to the World Championship Duck Calling Contest in Stuttgart, Arkansas.
One week after my runner-up performance, I shot a five-duck limit, controlling…