Icy conditions may have temporarily closed the duck season but the hunters remain undeterred. There are always geese this time of year and most landholders are happy to see them gone. But so far today, they have proven elusive.
Unexpectedly, the group stumble upon a gaggle 10,000 strong in plain sight. Behind a levee, they stop the truck and carefully load their weapons before beginning a stealthy approach. Slowly, they make their way along the earthen wall, peeking over its lip to spy their quarry’s position.
Finally happy with their proximity, they crouch low against the frozen ground. Calm, steadying breaths, billow in the cold air. The centre man raises his hand and silently signals…three…two…one.
As a team, they rise and begin to fire. The gaggle take flight as the noise of discharging firearms and cries of the struck fills the air.
The hunters approach their prizes. There are sixteen down. It has been a productive day after all.
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