I think it's safe to say that most geese I've killed in my eight seasons of hunting have been crips - birds injured by someone else that then either flew or swam near me in their debilitated state.
Mercy killings. I put them out of their misery, and the hunting gods showed mercy on my pathetic self by putting those birds in my path.
On the rare occasions I've paid for a goose hunt, it's usually been a spectacular failure.
Between that and the fact that I think duck hunting is just more exciting, I tend to run around saying things like "I hate goose hunting."
But I might not be saying that anymore, and you can find out why in my
latest column for Shotgun Life.
© Holly A. Heyser 2014