The Canadian Goose
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When Craig and I went hunting, we didn’t go for the wild goose,
But when we saw one during the season out there on the loose,
We were ready for them with special shells in our hunting vest.
This poem detailing a time we shot one, may be of some interest.
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The Canadian Goose
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When Craig and I were hiding in our tumbleweed blind by the lake,
We saw a lot of Canadian Geese flying so high, start to break,
Spiraling down in wide circles looking for a place to come down.
We kept our duck calls going hoping they might hear the sound.
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We watched them for ten minutes as they broke into small groups.
Some were heading this way as they spiraled into smaller loops.
I unload my number six shot and switch to bee bee shot shells,
Craig keeps his number six shot in, that he liked so very well.
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They split off into singles heading out six different directions,
We wondered if the geese have seen our hunter outline reflection.
Then we see one goose that has seen our decoys on the lake,
Turning right towards us, but still pretty high, a tough shot to make.
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We pick up our 12 gauge over and under shot guns getting ready,
That goose will fly right over the top of us flying straight and steady.
We both swing on the goose leading him, we hope just right.
We both fire once and that goose’s wings fold right up tight.
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He fell right on down for what seemed like a very long minute,
Hitting the ground just two feet from our blind as if fedex sent it.
It was a large male Canadian goose with a very wide wing span.
We put him in the blind and then the big kill argument began.
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I told Craig “it was too high to get a kill with number six shot,”
Craig said “I did hit that goose whether you believe it or not.”
We both finally agreed that we would just have to do an autopsy.
To find out who really shot that lone goose so high up on his fly by.
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We finished hunting that day and packed up our hunting gear,
We both bragged about that long shot as we chugged a beer,
On the way home in Craig’s four wheel drive Chevrolet Blazer.
We took a few pictures of Pam and Kristi as it did please her.
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Craig and I plucked that old goose clean ready for Pam to cook.
We thought the autopsy then would be easier for us to look.
We sliced that cooked goose and found both bee bee and size 6 shot.
No doubt, we both killed that goose whether we liked it or not.
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The autopsy made that old goose taste so much better to us two,
With corn on the cob and golden fried potatoes on the side too.
I think we both enjoyed the competition more than the hunt.
I guess brothers are always trying to out do each other up front.
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It’s funny, I can still remember details from those hunts long ago,
I guess good times stick with you even when you get so old.
I kind of wish we hunted more than we actually did back then,
So I would have some more good memories to remember herein.
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You know Craig, even if we did find number six shot in this goose, I don’t think it penetrated deep enough to have killed him. So I guess I can claim this goose for mine.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading The Canadian Goose,
Bill