In 1971 my friend came over and wanted me to go snowmobiling with him, well we had a dairy farm and I had chores to do. While standing in the barnyard begging my dad if I could go a crow landed in the tree row 150 yards away and he said if I could shoot that crow I could have the afternoon off. I ran into the house and grab my Ithaca 49 came out and leant up against the Case 430 tractor and squeezed off the shot and son of a gun I got him. will never forget the look on my dads face.
