Hello, my name is AzWill and I’m a predator junkie.
Called in my very first coyote when I was nine years old. I was trying to play the tune “Yankee Doodle Dandy” on an old worn out hand call, when this coyote ran right up to me. It scared the you know what out of me and been hooked ever since!
I’ve tried to stop a couple of times but I just couldn’t get the thought out of my head. There is something very special about luring a predator right up to you. Predator calling is a unique sport where the hunter becomes the hunted. I’m so hooked that I even get a rush just thinking about it.
I’ve tried to explain my addiction to others but only another predator caller can begin to comprehend what I go through day in and day out.
I also have to plead guilty to intentionally exposing others to the sport; which caused them to become addicted too. I’m a monster - because I have left hundreds of calling widows in my path.
Everything and every thought I have is centered around predator calling. Guns, camo, reloading, hand and electronic calls, new sounds, camo, cover scent, scopes, decoys, message boards, have only one purpose to me…. to feed my addiction.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way...
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