At 8:00 a.m., we heard a loud whistle, and then a pop. We later learned that some dude at the other end of the lake let his grandkids set off some leftover new year's fireworks. We couldn't see the lake, but we could sure as hell hear the geese leaving their refuge.
They came at us like a forkin' avian body wave attack, several hundred of 'em. At first, all I could do was laugh, then I realized that everone else was shooting. There were so many geese falling that I was scared I was gonna be decapitated before I killed my two.
Cut a load of firewood after that, then killed some bunnies. Rode home tired, but smilin'.
Gonna be a buncha jerky, come the next warm weekend.