[QUOTE=Dean Romig;175611]That's how I started more than fifty years ago. I would hunt pheasants in the fields and cornfields that bordered the creek that ran by our woodlot. Every 50 or 100 yards I would swing back to the creek and would often jump blacks, mallards, woodies or whatever would be using the creek. I shot a duck once when I was thirteen or fourteen about a week before duck season opened. I knew I would be in trouble if I brought it home... Dad was a stickler for the law! So I plucked it and cut off the head and feet and totally dressed it and brought it home. When Dad saw it he asked "What the heck is that?" I told him it was a crow.... He said "Well, you know the rule... whatever you kill, you eat." So we cooked it up and had it that evening. Dad said (with a smirk) "That's the best tasting crow I've ever had!" Somehow he knew it wasn't a crow but he didn't let on.
Sounds like an amzing way to grow up. One of my favorite things to,do,is to load the canoe up with one of my best buds from the Army, on a cold day, and shoot woodies from the canoe. It's allot of work for a little reward but it is a fun way to do it.
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