let me just tell you the story. I got this whistle off one of Jerry’s auctions. a bit later I asked to inquire about the shipping date. He gave me his projection. I emailed him back to tell him that I would probalby have to leave for school before it would arrive. The man goes the extra mile, steps on the gas, and gets it out the same day. It arrived today, two days before I have to leave the country for three months. Thanks Jerry, It’s nice that their are actually people like you in the word to go the extra mile. The only minus is that he shipped it in such a hurry that I didn’t get his sticker! . But it’s all good.
As for the whistle, it’s great. I’m probably not the best reviewer, as all of my other whistles are cheapo, but it kicks their butts all over the place so far.
I’ll post a more proper review in a couple of weeks lately.
I noticed that Jerry is selling them on e-bay.
Just look under musical instuments catagory and whistles in particular.
He has the Mellow Dog and the tweaked Sweetone for sale there.
Kurt
Just got mine the other day. Best plastic-headed peashooter I’ve ever tried. Agile, balanced, easy to play, a little quiet, and easy to half-hole and slide. Too much fun.
For a louder whistle (without grabbing my Susato and scaring the neighbors) I’m using a tweaked blue Generation head on a retuned Little Black Whistle tube. Big, bright sound, but possibly the ugliest frankenwhistle out there. I find myself pressured to play really well just to overcome the crumby aesthetics of this thing. The Black Flag(olet)? The Little Bruised Whistle?
Not sick at all. Being that I live in a very small town, my wife and I are paramedics and firefighters when needs be. We’ve been to DD’s (domestic disturbances) that require loads of diplomacy and a great sense of humour. Others, we stay in the ambulance and wait for the guys (and gals) with guns. It’s astounding how people find a way to be polite when faced with an RCMP constable with a gun.
The only ones that erase my sense of humour are the ones with kids in the room. Last time, we put the kid in the firetruck with my wife and a stuffed bear, called in a child psych, and none of us slept that night.
Black humour gets us through. It is nasty, inappropriate, cannot be overheard by victims or family, and it’s the only thing that will get a responder through the day, or at least get them to a critical-incident-debrief.