Lynch's World Champion Box. 1979. Riding a Honda Trail 70 around some crop fields, saw a couple of turkeys run into the woods, rode home, loaded up my grandad's side by side 16, and the box call my brother had, and rode back. Parked the bike, hid in some honey suckle, and started calling. Had never turkey hunted or even used a call before. After an hour, and never having gobbled, they came back out. I was so green, had never seen a Turkey before, and didnt know what a Jake was. I couldn't see a beard, so I figured the only way to tell if it was a gobbler was to hear it gobble. So, I just kept yelping at them once they were out in front of me and one gobbled. The rest is history. I still have that call. Lost it in the woods 3 years ago. Found it last year. What a treasure.