Ya know back in 99 maybe 2000, the first time I went to the Mescalero calling contest they wouldn't let me hunt alone so they paired me with a young Indian who was their dude wrangler. Nice young man with a big hat, big feather and tall high top lace ups, strong sloping heal boots and big did I say big jingle bob spurs. I said man your gonna have to do somethin with those spurs for sure, ya know some of the serious cowboys never take their spurs off their boots ever. I introduced myself and he did also and from then on I shortened his name to Jr. Next mornin I had to go find him as he'd been out all night [young man ya know] and when he came out the house he was toten a Stevens bolt action 30-30 with a 4 power Bushnell scope, it was highly decorated if it had one brass tack in it it had 100. We went first to the south part of the res they called it the cattle raisers and dead man well, there he was showing me his great grandfathers abode so I decided we should try our first stand there and to go up on the hillside and give a locator howl. He hadn't ever seen a howler and this one was 6 or 8" long and made from a tipped corriente horn, so I explained the language as best I knew of it, told him I was going to say bad things about the answering coyotes family and see what happens and so I gave it a howl and went straight into a challenge. I got seven responses from seven directions and I told Jr lets spit up by 100 yards you watch the backdoor go down wind and stay high. We never saw a single coyote, they were aggressive enough that we should have killed something, probably winded us so we drifted off across the valley which was 1 mile of open grass and into the forest and onto a pack trail for the elk hunters. I was beginning to think that landscape ain't gonna work due to the underbrush but I found a spot in the tall pines about the size on an infield suitable and decided to make a stand. I had an open reed, small call I had made from an angora goat horn and I warmed it up gave in about a 10 second squeal and was getting my rifle situated a little closer to my leg when all of a sudden a coyote came in full bore jumping small pine saplings bearing down on us fast and Jr froze up on me, Mr. 4X scope absolutely couldn't move and I popped him at 16'. Jr apologized and said it was just too fast. Those contests were a ton of fun. After the Jr deal I decided to take my excellent shooter wife who had several coyotes under her belt and we did well out there, in the money more than once but let me tell all yall , if a woman is involved in something on that res and beats out the chief/braves,, your done, you will be bird dogged and find somebody will target practice no matter where you go on that 500,000 acres. Now I would like to touch on the howler I started with it came originally from a trapper in Wyoming I think and were pvc open reed and were 2 a male and female with red reeds and a cassette tutorial, most important. I jotted the sequences down on paper illustrated it like Morris code. Folks everything the coyote says means something and I think the same of the crow/raven language but the coyote might be the only one that knows what the crow said. Speakin of those things I need a new good crow call my good on fell out in the woods some years back I replaced it but it aint right. Anybody have experience with this type mouth call.