A Brief History of G. H. Coppala Calls
By Mark H. Coppala

I've often been accused of being a bad influence on others - this is the only instance to which I admit that I was - in fact, it was done with what might be considered malice and forethought. I got Dad into turkey hunting. Mom is still teed off.

I had made a couple box calls and Dad just wanted to try his hand at it - he's always liked to tinker. He had also called in and killed the first turkey on our property in Roane County, West Virginia. Hooked he was. So he slapped some wood together based on the dimensions of, I believe, a Rohm Brothers box call (about the best value in a commercially-made box on the planet). It sounded rotten - high-pitched and squeally. So he sanded and sanded until it started to sound turkey-like and it wasn't long until he had it very nice indeed. So he set out to duplicate the sound with different combinations of wood and different call dimensions and quickly discovered the focal truth of making box calls: no two sound alike. But his nature is to try and improve things and I have had to threaten him on occasion when his zeal for adjustment threatens a truly fine yelp.

To date he has made between 30 and 40 calls, and has given away about 10 of them (in fact, one is in Japan, a retirement gift to a Mr. Ito with whom Dad worked). He has called in several birds with his calls but has had bad luck and poacher interference thwart him from bagging one that way. It will happen soon.

He always starts out the season carrying three or four boxes but always goes back to #1, his maple and walnut call. It just has a piercing quality that gets a bird's attention.