On the drive home, the very call Quarino made rides in the passenger seat—a shiny new toy begging for attention. I pull over to the emergency lane twice to play with it. Back at home, I run the call over and over, and it’s a little bit miraculous, really, that a piece of dead tree can produce one of the liveliest sounds in the woods. Still, I can’t help wondering what a slight adjustment might do. It may be heresy to monkey with a custom call, but one thing’s for sure: I don’t know any better. So I turn the paddle screw counterclockwise maybe a quarter turn. That moves the meeting point of paddle and box maybe 1⁄32 inch. Or maybe I’m just imagining that. But it sounds a little different now. A little closer to a turkey, perhaps—like this hen’s in the bar and wouldn’t mind a little company.