Yep, Ed's my dad. I was actually taking some down time at work, searching for a copy of one of the videos he made back in the day, when I found your post. The only copy he had was destroyed some two decades ago by the only thing more ornery than he; his Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Rusty.
I did my time hunting and calling a bit when I was young, but for me it was mostly eating junk food in the pre dawn hours with my dad. It wasn't until i was much older that I gained an appreciation for his hobbies. He is what most would consider 'hardcore'. He made calling look so easy. It wasn't until I stood in the open at the point below McNary (as he often did) alone, that I understood his miraculous ability to convince a bird he was one of them.
His cocobolo and later blackwood calls were works of art in both craftsmanship and functionality. Each one was never quite the same on the outside, yet marvels of precision on the interior. I have seen a call picked out of a marsh outside of Ephrata, where it was lost seasons before, get a good wipe off, tuning and subsequently used as if it had just left the drying rack in our garage the day before. There are those that will argue he wasn't a successful call maker, as he lost money on most of them (until he moved to shorter, acrylic designs later), but I prefer to think that they just don't make 'em like they used to.
It makes me very glad to hear that his name and craftsmanship are still remembered on the Pacific Flyway.