I used to marvel at the aerobatics of bats at dusk when I was a youngster in the mid-west. A couple of years ago I was fortunate to spent a few weeks watching the sunset behind the Flathead Lake in Montana. The 1930's log cabin I stayed in had a bat house and every evening those amazing "flying machines" put on a show of exquisite grace over the lake shore...wonderful fun and the bug population wasn't a problem either.
One must be "batty" to shoot a bat...same crime against nature as shooting a Gray Wolf in my book.

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