Oh, yeah. Ye was talkin bout dogs. I can call in dogs with wounded calls but I don't hunt dogs. Only time I call em is ta let em know I am in country and ta stay outta my space. When they start up at dusk, I give em shit wit a man call an let em know tha Bog Man is in the howl. They clear offin my marks and they KNOW my marks... King Cole Orange Pekoe... they can sniff it a long ways off. But, ya gotta know how to piss just right on the pines and I am talkin low pines fer wind spreadin scent fer yer dogs n such and big pines too on accounta ya gotta let yer Ursus Americanus* know who's tha boss too.

* Not to be confused with yer Ursus Canuckus. That sumbitch will hipcheck yer ass on yer ass if ya don't keep yer head up comin out eh? Rink rules, right? His rink, his rules, eh? Know what ahm sayin, eh? Ya gonna skate on his ice, watch YER ass!