I didn't have much time today so right at sundown I zipped out into a field and blasted crow fight on my FX3 e-caller and had 1 single lone crow come barreling in right at me squawking the whole way, I waited till I saw the blacks of his eyes and whopped him in the kisser with some 12 gauge nighty night !....although only 1 bird it had a Zen feeling to it...he came in on a wire....perfect shot....folded....harmony!
What did Butch ask Sundance - "Who are these guys?" Well now we know it's Nasty and his trusty FoxPro FX3!
Keep up the good work. I had to work today and again tomorrow at Cabela's for Mossy Oak, so no crow hunting this weekend. We will be back on the job on Friday.
Reminds me of a time the TCP had sortied to an orchard and, after Texas Matt was forced to leave, we had at least 100 crows on the ground and things had quieted down. I had laid out the crows in a matrix, anticipating an orderly departure, facilitating the photographic documentation and was standing next to Gadget Bob talking about how to solve one of the World's Ten Biggest Problems when the Eleventh Biggest Problem in the form of a lone crow at Angels Twenty gave a squawk, tucked in his wings and dove straight at Battery Bob, berating us during the entire dive.
Since Bob was a step in front of me, I naturally ceded the honor and Bob calmly raised his Texas long gun, drew down on the obnoxious diving crow, firing at the last possible instant (for my targeting computer at least), folded him and we both watched impassively as he impacted the sodden orchard floor not three yards from our battery position, raising a six foot column of muddy water.
Several years ago a buddy and I were hunting crows in a peanut field. We had set up around the pivot of an irrigation system. Not much room but it brushed in real well. We were taking turns on the singles and it was his turn. A super high bird came over checking us out. He decided to give him a try. A great shot broke a wing and this bird was coming straight down like a rocket. I had to fall back off of my stool to get out of the way. The bird crashed right between my legs and hit the bucket square. I had blood splatter all over me. My buddy damn near pissed his pants laughing.
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A story that come to mind is My fellow Crow Buster and I were Run & Gunning and parked the truck on the road.. proceeded to walk into our set fired up the caller and sent a few black bandits to their maker. Packed up, walked up to the truck on the road and proceeded to rehash what went on in that set. Looked right across the road and caught a glimps of a Crow headed right for us about 10 ft above the picked bean field. We looked at each other and said "Naaa, he will turn around." Well, after the Crow covered another 25-30 ft and was still headed right for us we uncased our guns, each put a shell in and waited...Yup kept barreling right for us even with all this movment...He got about 10' away and turned to a perfect broadside shot....BOOM x2!! Dead Crow!! Still can't believe that one!!
I have tolled crows into a blind to almost arms length many times with my FX3 blasting crow fighting sounds coupled with blowing injured/dying crow sounds with a hand call. Such fun!
Ted
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