Ron, truer words were never spoken.....mine was a raven, how high up he was I'll never know, but it was a beautiful shot, my buddy came screaming down the road before a feather even reached the ground, tossed me in the truck and gave me the what for.....and he was a cop.....I didn't know you couldn't shoot ravens, just never cared to try until then, the high shot made it challenging......to be young again.
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