Every night Robby sticks his head out the window and makes elk calls. They are loud screeching sounds, that I am sure you can hear in the grocery store located 15 miles away from us. He says he’s calling the bulls, so that he can see them and count the points on their racks. Last night I joined him on his call for the elk, and let him climb on the roof to make his calls. I got an extra big hug after after that.
Isn’t he the cutest little elk caller ever?