I was up in the Boone, NC area a few years back one Sunday morning. Riding around before breakfast looking for a few targets of opportunity. Was riding down a goat path and came up on a little pasture that had an old apple tree about 150 yards from the road. Big old hawk was sitting in it with about 30 crows sitting in branches all around and dive bombing him. Class 5 bird war.
Had an old TC Contender carbine in .22 Hornet then and started working on them. First one I shot was jumping just as I hit him and it took a wing off. He hit the ground screaming bloody hell which infuriated the other bastids even more. Shot another and started laughing because that hawk would watch the crow fall and hit the ground and then look at me as if to say "hurry up".
Got 17 in about 4 minutes before I ran out of cartridges. Old hawk was still sitting there when I eased off.
