Deer Camp II

“I know it looks weird,” the owner said. “But the guy at the store said it was some newfangled design that can produce a tone guaranteed to bring in a buck. Go ahead, try it.”

Intrigued, my friend brought the call to his lips and blew on the mouthpiece. Instantly, his face was covered in flour.

We all fell to the floor in laughter. No sympathy to be had with this crowd. As my friend wiped off his face, the owner said, “I’ve been waiting a year to get you!”

He had had a friend build the miniature horn and had him reroute the tubing so it would direct air—or flour—into the face.

All this to repay my friend for the joke he pulled the year before—a snake in a cooler.

What’s your story?

—Slaton White