The crows finally have ganged up in shootable numbers here in the Tennessee River bottoms. My pal, Bob, and I set up at dawn and had fairly steady action (for this part of the country) until we quit around 1 p.m. We both had our periods of "shooting like wash women", but we managed to scratch out 24. We picked up the gear and walked to the road, looked back and a dozen were working the spot that we just left. On the other side of the gravel road there must have been 200 on a corn field that had been freshly disked. Gonna let that spot rest a while, going fishing tommorrow......retirement sure is nice.
