Today's blog post comes from my good friend and guest blogger Michael Kurtz. Michael introduced me to both waterfowl and crow hunting when we were 13 years old. Even though he currently resides in Indianapolis, we still make time to call each other every day to talk hunting. For many of us in the states of Wisconsin and Indiana, it is that time of year. The long (yet not nearly long enough) waterfowl and deer seasons have concluded. Some of us are still chasing rabbits and squirrels, but for most of us, the dreaded off-season has arrived. These next few months before the spawn begins will be spent flipping through the past seasons photographs with smiles upon our faces thinking about the life-long memories that were made with family and friends. But I am here to tell you that it doesn't have to be off-season just yet…
I was still in my middle school years, maybe only thirteen or fourteen years old. My father, a few of his friends, and myself had just finished another hard morning hunt chasing cottontails through the woods. Temperatures were in the teens, and the warmth of the tavern felt incredible against my cherry red cheeks. As we finished registering our morning harvest for the grand prize, piled our plates high with barbeque, and grabbed a cold beer to wash down our lunch (a Pepsi for me), we sat down to rest our legs and talk about the morning's adventure.
As I was sitting there sharing stories of the morning hunt, I couldn't help but notice a flyer tacked onto the bulletin board. It was a flyer made by another local tavern in town, advertising a hunting competition that they would be putting on in March; a crow hunting tournament. I thought to myself, “Why in the world would anyone want to hunt crows??” I chuckled as I asked myself, “How hard could it be? Crows are everywhere! Filling up a truck bed wouldn't take more than an hour!”
And that is when my journey of harvesting my first black bandit began. It wasn't long before I realized how much of a challenge harvesting these one pound birds was going to be. I spent many mornings and afternoons afield before I finally harvested my first crow, and to be honest, I wasn't even hunting crows the day I shot my first bird! I was stalking a lone rooster pheasant, and a crow made the mistake of flying just within shotgun range that October morning. Looking back on it, I laugh at myself a little bit. The fact of how proud I was walking out of that chiseled corn field with a crow slung over my shoulder, when I was only a few seconds away from harvesting a big 'ol rooster.
That's right ladies and gentlemen, don't put away the trusty Mossberg just yet. It's crow season! Although most view these birds as a useless nuisance, I am here to tell you they are a great hunting opportunity. If you are a bird hunter, adding the crow to your list of pursued target is a must. Although they are plentiful almost anywhere, actually harvesting them is a whole other story. Over my next few blogs, I will share with you why hunting crows is both a benefit to you as a hunter and a sportsmen. Stay tuned!