I was blessed to have a father who along with his, was entrenched in the outdoors…back when few were doing that. In those days there were lots of hedge rows. quail were abundant, and the first time someone came in to tell a story about seeing a deer in the Bear creek bottoms (west of Taylorville) everyone called the guy a liar. Model 12’s, rubber deeks, and floating the north and south forks of the Sangamon and jump shooting ducks. No coyotes to have a coyote drive for…but fox drives instead. In the first couple month’s after quail season ended (no pheasants around either, you had to go up to Gibson City for that)his bunch would take their tricked out varmit guns out (my old man’s was a 1885 high wall winchester customized with a bull barrell, set triggers, and a 10x unertyl scope in .219 ackley improved zipper)road hunting…which was legal back then…and look for crows..and yes…see how many “chicken hawks” they could shoot because back then, that was an accepted practice, and most folks thought that birds of prey consumed a quail or furred game diet…instead of mainly rodents as we know today. I have the old log books that he kept of what they killed. Things have really changed…and are going to keep on changing. I am sure that in 30 or 40 years, what we have today will be nothing like what is coming. Back to the owl…he and his buddy found two of them…but his buddy fed his pieces of hot dog and it died. That is one thing that has not changed…hot dogs still ain’t good for anything!