As youthful hunters, we were always on the lookout for new adventures and we found an opportunity when goose season opened one cold winter day — the year of which escapes me. It seems that it was about 1975. I’m able to put an approximate date on the proceedings because I was about halfway through college, quite full of myself and remember that I had discovered the manliness of a big chaw of tobacco, which is crucial to the story.
Outdoor Life: Chasing wild geese at Moonshine Swamp
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