It has been 50 years ago today, Oct. 28, 2017 that I officially started my crow hunting sport. I was living in Atlanta, Ga. at the time, and went hunting with a friend in Newnan, Ga. We hunted in Stewarts pecan orchard, and I killed 12. My friend died 15 years ago, and I now live in Winston Salem, N.C. I still crow hunt on a very small scale, but was able to tally-up over four thousand birds, even though there were years intervening, that I crow hunted none at all.
There just is'nt anything more exciting than sitting in a blind, and hear that first loud burst of crows come charging with blood in their eyes, out for revenge, hell bent on getting even with whatever is choking one of its buddies. Not to my old ears!
I am guessing 50 years went by in the blink of an eye. Lots of great memories I am sure. Congratulations and here's to many more years of knocking 'em down.
When you have something to plan and look forward to doing, you will continue to beat the odds of getting sick or dying at an early age. I pity those who live to quit work so they can sit around and watch TV or read a book until the (early) end comes.
Keep hunting, Ken. And when you can no longer hear those crows growling as they sail over your blind... go out and get a hearing aid!!!
Demi
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