Mike informed me the other day that the end of goose season was near, so we were going goose hunting.
I had to don my neoprene camouflaged vest and hop into the truck — make that inside the cab with the heater. I never ride in a box in the bed but that would be the best place to put any cat you must transport, har har!
Anyway, in the pre-dawn darkness we crept across a snow-crusted field and into a brushy blind where Mike raised a goose call and started honking. Darn, he sounded just like a honking goose! Shortly after daylight arrived, Mike raised his Browning shotgun and fired. I heard a thud. Yikes, he actually shot a goose!!!! Woo Hoo!! Now it was time for me to spring into action and I nearly tore the blind down during my hasty exit. Soon I saw the goose in the field, and it was flapping and flopping.
When I got near, the mad goose suddenly tried to peck me. Thus the fight began. I would grab and tug a wing, and the goose would hiss and peck. The epic battle of beast vs. beast was underway. Soon I decided to put a foot on the goose and pin it, then grab the wings and start hauling and dragging. The goose was fading because I had put up a good fight, but I now also believed it was Mike’s turn to fight a mad goose.
When I got the blind, Mike saw the goose was still alive and grabbed it by the neck. Soon it was man vs. beast and Mike dispatched the angry and fading goose. When we got back into the blind, I realized that I should have only pinned the goose and let Mike join the real fight — that’s my plan the next time. There was goose blood all over my face, ears and hunting vest. Disgusting.
Well, the great news is we are having goose for supper. I like eating geese and ducks, and if they are grilled with bacon, I really like eating geese and ducks. When I see Mike open the refrigerator, I’ll dash over and point to the bacon drawer. Since I fought that goose for him, he should cook me an entire pack! Well, I finally got all the feathers spit out of my mouth from my goose fight and life goes on. —Cameron
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