Heard a story about a man who went out waterfowl hunting with my uncle and his hunting partners, this happened quite a few years ago when I was still a boy. Well this man was an older man, WW2 veteran, former Air Force pilot. He was an experienced big game hunter, loved to hunt Dall Sheep and other mountain species, he could walk all day long if he needed too. He told my uncle that he had not hunted waterfowl very much before, but knew how to use a shotgun. So my uncle took him out on a camping trip across the bay. After setting up their camp, everyone was eager to get out into the field and start shooting some geese. So camp was setup quickly and everyone went out into the field and got situated. The shooting was good that afternoon, everyone came back to camp later that day with a bunch of geese, except for their new hunting partner. He told everyone that he had some trouble shooting his shotgun, so the next morning they went out again, it was a good day for everyone, expect for their new partner. Everyone knew that he was doing some shooting since he wasn’t that far away from everyone, but no geese were falling out of the sky. Everyone was thinking that he was a real bad shot. When the day was over everyone was back in camp and he spent the whole evening trying to explain why he couldn’t drop any geese. The next day was going to be their last day camping, so the next morning before the incoming tide arrived he situated himself near where the other hunters were, and when a flock of geese flew over them one of the hunters took aim and shot, a goose dropped out of the sky and to everyone’s surprise their new partner jumped up and ran for the bird, whooping and hollering just overjoyed, telling everyone he finally caught a goose. The hunters just looked at each other and just smiled, no one said a word. Eventually the tide came in and they left, when they made it back to town their new partner had a great goose hunting story to tell everyone, the story is still being told, even today.