The Men (my 9 & 12 year old boys) and I strapped on the snowshoes and did a little crow hunting this morning. We tossed some lead at a few that soared over kinda high, and then when we were trampsing through the pines away from our first set up we had a loner come over us at tree top level. Grant (12) brought him down. His first wing-shot bird.
As usual, Bella would only retrieve it halfway to the hand. Crows must taste bad, as she does this with the first crow each March.
I’m very low-tech with my crow hunting. 3 decoys and an old boombox that plays a fighting crow cassette tape. Couldn’t find 8 D batteries around the house today, so I cracked the stereo open and wired it up to plug into 7A 12V rechargable flasher battery.