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Years ago crows would get into my pup's kennel and eat his kibbles. I decided to shoot a few to send a message. First one was no problem as he just flew straight up out of the kennel and landed in a tree a above . I whacked him with a .177 pellet. After that it was slim pickens as they would take off and leave as soon as I opened door from my house or roll into driveway with my rig. I started packing my pellet gun with me in pickup and would park at end of driveway when I got home. On the second day I did this I snuck to within view of kennel and 2 flew out of kennel. One left and the other landed in a tree about 25 yds away. I carefully took aim and just as I was about to squeeze he flew. His flight path was right towards me and gaining elevation. From my hip I swung with him letting my instincts guide me and popped off a shot just as he was 5 yds out and 25 yds up. The shot caught him in the chin and he fell stone dead at my feet. A bit of luck for sure but the wife and I used to practice shooting small cans and blocks of wood out of the air with a 22 rifle. We would find a safe place up in the hills and take turns throwing for each other. You would be amazed how consistently you could make hits. I actually think my wife still holds the record of 8/10 which she often likes to point out to me.