Interesting and entertaining stories of your gun toting,
and bird services for the local authorities Tex. Even if you
did have to do some little bird massa-crees...
I killed a few small sparrows in a large tall bush once, with
a guy I cut Jr. High school with one day, using his BB guns.
Then I felt like a bad guy, and didn't do that again, except
for the time when I woke up in the morning, hearing
Indian Granny was pretty upset, about 'em getting
two more of her prize chickens, ...
... so I slipped on my boots, and went to see if there was
somethin' I could do to help her. I said, I'll help you Grandma.
She handed me her old .410, and a few shells. I went out right
away, walked along quietly down close to the creek, and followed
along, not far from the old stage road. In high weeds for about a
hundred yards. I heard one of 'em screechy callin' and cocked
the gun. There it appeared, coming right in front over me,
flying on a straight line for the chicken house. I readily
aimed, and pulled the trigger, watching where it landed.
I reloaded, walking and keeping my eye on the spot,
and when I got there, I heard another one, calling
for this one I had down, and suddenly, there it
was too. I shot, and watched where it fell.
Picked the first one up by the feet, and when
I walked back along the creek toward the house,
there was Grandma standing there, she looked at me
grabbed them right out of my hand and said, oh boy.
I hadn't been gone over 15 minutes...
She cooked them tough wild birds for dinner,
they sure were extremely hard to chew, but
she got her revenge on them.
I honestly didn't know what I was doing at the time,
at 17, from the city. But Grandma thought it was great,
at the time I got the pesky chicken thieves for her...

Crosse...
