I shoot off my back porch railing.
Take a kitchen chair out to the porch, put a towel over the railing and fire away.
Ain't fancy but it works. 
Ain't livin' out in the country great. 
Spanky
Jealous! Jealous! Jealous!
How sweet that must be! I could see it now, provided it is legal to do where
you live, and all state fish and game laws are followed: It's 6:00 A.M. on a
Saturday morning and you are trying to get some sleep. However a bunch of crows have decided to land in a tree 75-100 yards from your house and start making more noise than a bunch of skeletons having an orgy on a tin roof and wake you up from a deep restful sleep! You say to yourself, "That does it!" You crack your bed room window, hang your favorite H&R varmint rifle out and
put one of those squawk boxes in the crosshairs and squeeze off a round. He explodes into a cloud of black feathers and pink mist! All is silent now. His buddies get the message and exit stage left in a hell of a hurry. They know
if they stick around they will get more of the same. None of your "neighbors"
will complain, because they live so far away from you, they wouldn't have even
heard that shot anyway. You climb back in bed and doze off again thinking that those crows messed with the wrong guy today!
Robert