So, why can't we shoot 'em in Indiana? Their thugs! I don't think I've mentioned it here before, but when I was in grade school we had a field trip to Audubon Park in Henderson, KY. Part of the field trip was having the game wardens teach us how to fish etc. I generally wouldn't be that lucky, but I was the first to catch a fish. It was a foot long, or so, catfish. Before I got it to shore a blue heron speared it, flipped it up in the air and swallowed it head first. The problem was that I still was holding the fishing pole with a line hooked in the fish! Talk about a bit of excitement! The stupid heron took to flight and I hung on to the pole for dear life. That stupid bird crashed into the crowd of kids and did all sort of loud croaking and flapping and the game warden grabbed my fishing pole from me but wasn't quite sure what to do.
It didn't turn out too well. The heron tried to fly away again and the warden had to fight with him on the line this time. By then two other wardens had joined in and we were being carted away from the scene. The last I looked the heron looked to be holding his own against the two other wardens! I suppose it's no wonder that even though I have my own lake I don't fish much.

Stupid bird!