The Banded Goose!

Well, it was bound to happen; a banded goose fell. Whilst hunting with the other two members of the annual East Coast Waterfowl Fest, a flock of Canadas flew past the blind offering a long shot. Three shotguns belched forth fire and pellets, and one dropped the banded goose. I was leading the bird hard and fired three shells as fast as I could, and at the recoil of the last shell, I saw the one I was in front of flinch and begin a slow descent out into the hayfield. Both of my learned and gentlemanly compadres asserted that they had not connected with said goose, and Jeff was kind enough to sally forth after the crippled bird. He had a might bit of trouble finding the downed bird, and I joined the search. Finally, the poor bird burst forth and was met with several shotgun blasts. This was one tough bird... Imagine my shock (and Jeff's) when I spied the metal band on the bird's leg! What joy! What excitement! What faraway place did this bird depart to fall here, in Pennsylvania? Time would tell... The band would have to be called in, and then the waiting would begin. In the meantime, there were pictures to be taken! Far, far too many pictures... When the certificate arrived in the mail, I was excited! Aupaluk, Quebec! Aupaluk info: here.

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