A newcomer to Alaska, especially if he is a sportsman, gets an awful lot of kidding from the old-timers. No matter if he’s hunted and fished a lifetime in the States, he’s still a cheechako, or greenhorn, to the sourdoughs. So I thought it was just another rib when Ed asked me if I had a deer call. We were making last-minute preparations for a deer-hunting trip—my first try for the little Sitka black-tail which inhabits the numberless islands an…