It happened when I was about 17, and visited grandpa's farm for a weekend. Small game season wasn't open, so I didn't pack my Sears 12 ga auto. I found that hundreds of crows were migrating over the farm, and borrowed a double from the next door neighbor. Foreend held on with electrical tape, had to knock the mudwasp's nest out of one barrel, and never had so much fun in my life! Two boxes of shells later, the dead crows were all over the hill I was shooting from. I think it was a Stevens 311, or clone from Monkey Wards, definitely not a Facil Princeps....

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