About thirty-five years ago there were huge flocks of crows visiting our local landfill. I used to intercept them on their way from the roost for some fast and furious wingshooting over decoys.
One morning the weather turned real crappy, real fast. The wind was howling and it was fixin' to rain. I got out of my blind and was about to pick up my decoys when I looked up and spotted a lone crow very high overhead. When I say very high, I mean
very high! I could barely tell it was a crow.
I called and it circled around for a look. Since the weather was about to end my hunt before it even started, I let fly with a "skybusting" shot just for the hell of it.
The crow turned and glided quickly away, straight downwind. I wasn't surprised that I had missed.
I started walking around, pulling decoys out of the ground and happened to straighten up and glance in the direction the crow had gone.
I saw something so odd that it took me a few seconds to realize what I was looking at.
About 300 yards downwind and high in the sky, the crow was upside down, its wings locked open and spinning like a pinwheel. As it slowly floated to earth, the spinning became faster and faster.
I ran to the spot and examined the bird. I ususally left dead crows in the field, but I took this one home and plucked it thoroughly.
There was only one pellet hole in that crow. Through the brain, right behind the eyes.
Talk about a "golden BB"!