Coyote Native American Flute A# Crystal Clear Concert Quality Xtremely LOUD a Performer

Honoring All Wolves

The Last of Four

Cutting Edge Technology

Crystal Clear Voice

A Swampfox Production

Sound soon to come to the Swampfoxflutes Website

If you are like me and have waited until the last minute to get something for Christmas, here's your chance, provided the Priority Mail service doesn't let us down... So far, they never have. :))

This is a high performance flute and the Keeper will need to have medium to large hands - fingers actually... To describe: The hole placement has been pushed slightly lower on the barrel. I do this from time to time,,, which allows me to open up the holes a tad larger than normal for this key. This will aid the person who wishes to play many different songs that are hard to play on a regular flute. You will be able to half hole easier, bending notes and more crisply as well! People will not even realize you are doing this.

Instrument grade tiger striped Poplar flute is keyed to a rare A# which some call Bb. ( I don't make many A#'s) - Xtreme Cutting Edge technology!!! Features my dished finger holes, a perfect mouthpiece - Xtremely Comfortable!!! You will Love this one all of your days and your childrens days too. :)) If you are searching for a Crystal Clear Voice in a spiritual prayer flute, you have come to the right place. Titled, signed, numbered and dated. Money back guarantee from Swampfox.

I will ask my webmaster to post my song of this flute very soon @ Swampfoxflutescom. I know you will Love the sound!


This happening is a sacred thing and was a blessing to be a part of....

This very day I have become aware of this flute's right of passage as a True Ghost flute!

It all started early this morning...

I meant to wake up, but turned my clock off and fell back asleep. Very soon afterwards the phone rang and I woke up, yet no one said a thing, only silence. (Would have wasted my whole morning sleeping you see!!!) So I was glad this happened. Very Glad!!!

Where I live there is no one else around... The Children were at School - my wife Karen was on a field trip with our middle son.

This happened in broad daylight and I tell you with our Creator standing in my spirit. With not a soul other than myself in the area, as I prepared for photos, working the last details of the feather, I heard the definite steps of a person walking just outside the shop door. These steps were very, VERY CLEAR to my ears and I thought maybe my Father was here. The steps were that of a human. I stood up and walked to the door, yet not a soul was there!!!

I thought that to be odd, so searching further around the area where we live, I found no one at all. Nothing!

It was show time, so I grabbed my camera and headed to the bottomlands.

When in a good location, I started shooting this Sacred flute, then out of nowhere and without a doubt in my mind, I heard the definite sound of heavy wings beating from just overhead!!! Again, not a thing to be seen!!! Whatever it was sent chills up my spine when I noticed our dog Snowfox looking straight into the sky and at nothing at all! An eerie feeling to say the least...

In this flute I believe it to be the feather causing this phenomenon. An occurrence which could only be perceived by the senses.

Some of the words below are from two past flutes. This is because I created four wolf totems during this time period to honor all wolves, this one being the forth.

This flute is one of the Little Brothers of "Nagamoon Mushkeeki" and honors the old wolves from ancient past.

On an evening like any other we sat near a fire listening to the coyotes as they sung. If you have never heard them in the southern night, you're missing out - its a rhythm from a song as old as time itself!

For a fact there are well over 400,000 wolf-dog hybrids in the United States, but what we heard here later that night sounded identical to nothing but a wolf.

I wondered why this animal had come. Was it the smell of my smoke wafting thru the night as I cooked over the fire? Whatever the reason, I could listen forever to this deep singing in the night.

During the past several years there have been numerous sightings of a lone wolf-like creature running the bottom lands of the lower Flint area near Bear Creek. The physical features of this animal suggest it is a wolf. What these people are encountering is what I believe to be a wolf-dog hybrid which I have called Pathfinder.

The American Indian dog, (the wolf) dates back thousands of years. It was not unusual for a tribe to have 30 to 40 of these animals. Long before the horse, the wolf pulled the travois and helped as a worker animal. They even helped hunt the buffalo, herding them for the Native hunters. Many of these Indian dogs were also Coyote-Wolf mixed.

Some say the wolves carry the spirit of our Ancestors. For sure the wolf is a medicine animal with wisdom.

Many of the old wolves possessed almost supernatural qualities that allowed them to avoid capture by the best trappers that ever lived. The old time wolves took the domestic animals only after man had almost wiped out their natural food source.

The wolf is second only to the Native peoples in its adaptation to climate extremes. The Grey Wolf has been known to live in desert, forest, and in the frozen arctic.

There have been many people who said the wolves and Indians were nothing but Vicious Beasts, yet wolves take care of their families better than some people.... Yes, they are capable of ripping even the strongest man apart, yet there has never been not one single documented case of a healthy wolf having killed or even severely hurting anyone in the wild.

If you own a dog, you have in your possession a direct descendant of the wolf.

The Native Peoples of ancient times loved their wolves so much, that they were buried as if they were human.

Remember, our Ancestors were good people my friends. There was an excavation site known to be 7000 years old. A precious baby girl had died at the age of 3, and on that day before lowering her tiny body into the earth, her Indian parents placed her favorite toys in her arms, then wrapped her in fabric of native plants, and buried her little body in the soft ground. Some 7000 years later, when her tiny remains were uncovered, the toys - a wooden pestle-shaped object and the shell of a small turtle were still cradled in her arms.

No matter who you are in this old world, always remember, you have a Brother who Loves you!

Merry Christmas,


PS: Someone is trying to trick folks into a second chance offer from my last flute. Please do not fall for this. It has a Keeper. :))



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