I was a “hooter” in 1992. We prowled the forest, making hooting noises to imitate the territorial call of the male spotted owl. If we located one, we fed him live mice and observed his behavior to determine his “marital status.” It was a very interesting way to spend a summer. How many jobs offer the opportunity to hoot like an owl and carry around a box of live mice? And I came to appreciate the super incredible coolness of owls.
