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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