Please share your stories that occurred between 1970 and 1980 here.
I remember that the old Duncan barn had hundreds of pigeons in it. Brett Crumb, my brother Mike and I decided that we would try to catch some of those pigeons and sell them to a dealer in Orange City. We hatched a plan to cover all of the escape holes and then blind the pigeons with our flashlights. The plan worked and we had a couple of hundred pigeons flying around so crazily that you couldnt hardly stand up. To complicate matters, the loft floor was covered in about two feet of pigeon droppings that were sold old that it became dust as we tramped around up there. You couldnt breathe and you couldnt see, even with the flashlights. We just blindly reached out and grabbed anything that had feathers. We made quite a haul that night and sold about 250 pigeons at .50 cents each. A week or so later I contracted ringworm and I am sure that it came from breathing in those old pigeon droppings. Its a wonder that we didnt catch anything else.