Geese of the North
Don, Dennis and I are scarcely in our blind the next morning when a flock of Ross's geese comes winging in, fast and hard. These white birds, smaller cousins of the more abundant snow geese, are no doubt new arrivals from the north. The geese, about 15 in all, want to join our decoys badly. With cupped wings and feet searching for the ground, the birds are in hovering mode as we rise as one. My 11-87 slides into my shoulder and settles. I find a bird, punch the trigger and watch it fold. I swing on another and note that my partners have struck pay dirt as well. My second shot misses, but the last crumples a goose.