But on a more serious note, my parents traveled to Israel years and years ago in the fall of the year. My father, a great and successful duck hunter, visited a couple sporting good stores looking for a duck call he could bring home as a "souvenir ". Later that year, out on the North Run of Ogden bay, he decided to see just what those desert people knew about hunting ducks. So he got out his new call and began to call...strangest sound I ever heard...it sounded like " fraye kukuruze", fraye kukuruze, fraye kukuruze". But like magic, even the highest flying ducks would nearly stop in mid flight and head straight into our decoys. A finer day on the marsh we never had. But as the day went on, and the pile of ducks mounted, the magic call began to lessen in volume until it was barely audible. Then the strangest thing happened. Like the old movie prop wooden guns that had a sign pop out that said "bang", a small sign popped from the bell of the call ..."please deposit .25 cent to continue using this call."
It is only recently with the help of the internet did I discover why the Yiddish words "fraye kukuruze" did such a number on those unsuspecting ducks.