Magic crow call :?:
A friend (avid crow hunter) taught me how to do some calling for crows. Went out a few times in the spring with my new mouth call,and started to get some pretty good results and also learning some do's & don'ts. Impressed with my newly developed tallent,..I invited a friend to go crow hunting with me one early Sat morning.
Crept into a small wood lot ,after spotting a few sentries, surrounded by crop fields and with larger wood lots in the distance. Set up concealed inside and along the edge and started some calling. Few scout crows arrived and looked things over. Challenged them with "dying fight call". They left agitated for a few large wood sections in the distance.
About 20 min later,we started to hear crow chatter and noise building in that direction, as we hid nervously awaiting some action and continued to send out challenging calls periodically. What happened next, we were absolutely not prepared for. :roll:
As we peered out through our ambush site and ears peeled for any sound clues,..we heard ever-increasing crow agitation decisively approaching which sounded like
many a crow. Suddenly we could make out a straight attack line of crows closing on our position which had to be over 70-80 strong,....and coming at us like an angry wave. Behind that wave was a second one! :shock: I didn't think there were that many crows in the whole county!
The first wave struck, with my excited calls egging them on,and it looked like an Alfred Hitchcock movie. Crows were diving everywhere and our 12 ga & 16 Ga shot filled the air in every direction. Crows were dropping,screaming,diving and circling overhead and in the trees. This crow hunt had turned into all out warfare and I honestly was becoming concerned for our safety. :eek:
Being overconfident before the hunt (lucky for once) we had each brought about a box of shotshells in a possibles bag.
I'm here to tell you that we ran out of shells and the woods floor was littered in black. To this day, my bud swears he killed one by striking it with the barrel of his gun. It was like the Pearl Harbor movie, or the attacks on Wake Island at the start of WWII! :grin: We should of had bayonets affixed to our muzzles.
The crows finally left and not being sure whether or not they were preparing for a second run at us,.......we quickly gathered our gear,empty guns and beat it out of there,...excited,stunned and in disbelief of what had just taken place.
For you guys that hunt crows on a regular basis,...my hat is off to you! For me, I have not hunted crows since.....nor has my friend. I'm not sure if this hunt incident was anywhere close to normal.. or not ,but have to believe that it was a rare turn of events and dumb luck,or lack of it.
Now, I laugh about it,..and the thought of my friend (huntin bud) thinking for a long time that I was one special caller/or owned one magic call.
Ready to try it again, I'm thinking ?........Primer
