Were you ever attacked by a goose

anthony m coons sr

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Well here I am telling you all again of dum things that have happen to me. This time its funny now. But not back when it happen. My friends and I were field hunting for Canada Geese. We would go out scouting all day to see what fields they were feeding in. On this day! there were two fields that were loaded. The field on the right side of the road was open to everyone it was State land, On the left side of the road there were as many posted signs as geese. My friend came up with the bright idea putting me on the tail gate of his truck. The plan was where the two properties met he would drop me off. I guess this was like a buffer between the two piece of land. The fields were cut corn and very wet from a morning rain. Most of the geese were pretty far out of range even for my mag ten. But three of them were about twenty five yards away. My friend Tom was driving the truck. The plan was when Tom stopped the truck at the tree line. I would jump off and walk right to the birds. Well these plans didn't work out. Tom went to the tree line where he was to hit the breaks. I thought! he hit the gas I jumped off anyway slamming onto the road. As I hit the ground the geese jumped into the air. My body was in some major pain. But I got up with a bloody face. Cuts all over my body and let three shots go. Two out of three geese went down. But not dead. Let the chase begin, with only two extra shells in my pocket . I loaded them into my mag ten. I got within ten yards of the first goose and dropped him dead. The second one jumped up about fifty yards and I dropped him again. Running like hell to pick up the second bird, I was falling all over in the muddy field landing on a sharp corn stalk. Putting more pain into my body. I finally got to the goose. He was flat out in the mud. I was so happy! I showed my friends who was the real hunter out of the bunch. I reached down in victory and grab that goose. But guess what ! he wasn't dead. He grab me on the hand so dam hard I started to think about crying. There I was no shells no nothing. As we rolled around in the mud and corn . With my blood flying all over. I finally started throwing the goose from side to side. Like they would on wrestling in (WWE). After a long battle the goose let go. And I got to finish the job. But I'm here to tell you.That goose might of lost the war. But it sure won the battle of the muddy corn field. He tore me up.View attachment Scarletsandstuff118.JPG
 
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I was not attacked, but my first real dog was challenged! Onyx will always be my best dog. He was so forgiving of my training short comings. He was the first dog I really trained. Back in the very early days of eCollars, I was instead following James Lamb Free's book, and it was very hands on. I force fetched Onyx with the ear pinch. Back in the day, guys would use a bottle cap edge to really apply some pressure. Anyway, Onyx had been fully force fetched, but had limited hunting experience. The first lesson was on a pheasant shoot. He had picked up several dead birds and ran down a couple cripples, then he refused to pick up a rooster in the prickers. I calmly walked over to him and saw the bird on it's back with feet and spurs up! I had him heel, tucked my hand under his collar and folded his ear back into my hand... he knew what was coming and was pulling on the collar to retrieve, but I applied the pressure and gave him the command. Never had another pheasant refusal.....

So what about the goose? Again early on in his hunting career, we were field hunting. A goose was knocked down and Onyx was sent. Well by the time he got out to it the goose was coming around and decided to do battle. The goose stands up fully and spreads his wings to beat on Onyx! He stops short and looks back like "now what"? Again, I calmly walk out to him, and heel him. Now the goose is running off, so I fold his ear back, apply pressure and run/walk a few paces with him as I command fetch. Onyx takes off and body slams that goose like a linebacker. That was how he retrieved every field goose after. I wish I had a video of that, but the memory is very strong. Miss that dog!
 
Dave

Great story ,great master and even greater dog. I loved how you stayed with the dog during his battle. I bet there isn't a hunter on this site or any other doesn't have some kind of story like ours. Thanks for a wonderful read.
 
Many moons ago I moved to SC in a promotion with the Nat. Wild Turkey Fed. We found a lovely 20 acre parcel with 3 acres of pond below the house site. Cut forward a few years...house is built, nice sloping lawn in between house and down to the pond...and almost daily visits by what I began calling our "junkyard geese", a small flock of half dozen or so, ruled by one big-ass gander. One day while they were greedily enjoying my very expensive Bermuda grass lawn (planted for wildlife other than these geese), I decided to walk down and watch them graze for a minute before shoosing them off. From about 20 feet away, that big gander took off straight at me, got to me with feet out and wings spread, and flat out knocked me on my butt.

Never one to quibble about such things as who owns what, I trotted up to the house for a little medicine for the gander, and enjoyed his smoked self the next day. Out of season? Yes. Self defense? Yes. Any regrets? No.

Gary
 
Bob

Where did you find that picture. Its great thank you. I always carry slugs for my 10 ga. You never know when you might need them. Thank you for making me smile.
 
I once had a goose chase after me when I was golfing. I ran away until I remembered that I was a grown man holding a golf club. (and no I didn't hit the goose)
 
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