Got home around noon today, so I asked my middle (21 yr old) son if he wanted to go shoot some crows this afternoon. Heck yeah! he says, so we saddled up and headed out to a neighboring county.

Of course, the dog comes with.


It was a beautiful day for hunting. Not too hot, not too cold.


Our first stop was a pine plantation. We both missed several here.


We went on down the road to a clear cut that borders a ranch.

"You hear 'em over there?"
"Sure do. That's where that ranch is at."


There's not a lot of cover here, so we had to shoot from a sitting position.

Puppypopper's broomstraw colored ghillie would have been just the ticket for this spot.


Daniel got one here with his full choke. Don't tell me #8 shot can't erase a crow's head.

I love that fractarn camo.


They finally wised up after I expended an embarrassing amount of ammunition, so we moved back to our home county.


All my usual spots were crawling with deer hunters, so we made due with this one.


It's kind of a tough, straight overhead shot in here, but I managed to bring one down.


It sure felt good when Daniel said, "Great shot, Dad!" Especially after my dismal performance on our previous stands.


It was running close to 3:00 by then, and we had stuff to do, so we called it a day.

All in all a great day outdoors with a great son, and a successful hunt for each of us.

Homeward bound.


Thanks for reading!
Jon