O.K. I'll confess first, I own one.
It's all I can do to remember the guns, ammo, brush chaps, gloves, and permits, the dogs don't let me forget them, if I look like I'm headed for the exit they run over me getting to the suburban. chicken squawker is as annoying as beeper collars and incesant whistle blowing, equally as chilling when pursuing a limit. No worries. I might send you one for christmas though! Nobody likes to be a fool alone!