Bessie the cardboard cow did her work well. She got us within 40 yards of this flock which generally would translate to a slew of easy kills, filling our freezer with delicious goose brats and sausage. Unfortunately, we sat in awe too long to put a dent in their grand population. Generally, this would annoy us but the above spectacle more than compensated for a less-than-full freezer; a hunt made memorable by the birds in the sky as opposed to the ones posed at our feet.
The Writing huntress
I hunt. I write. I wear what some consider an unnecessary amount of camouflage face paint.