My friend M.D. called me a few nights ago to say he had permission to hunt a field full of geese and did I want to come hunt? I was already leaning toward "yes" when he delivered the clincher: "You can sleep in. They've been flying about 9:30 so if we leave my house by a little after 8:00 that's plenty of time."
In the morning I drove to M.D.'s house. We hiked two blinds and 11 full-body decoys into the field and had a great time, even though there was something about our little spread the geese didn't like. A few flared outright, most slid off just out of range, but one flock worked close enough that I was able to kill a bird.
A few minutes later, three locked up and sailed into the decoys on M.D.'s side. I didn't want to shoot over his head and deafen him, so I watched while he shot a double, then swung on the third and lowered his gun. Our bag limit is two and he wasn't going to shoot my second bird for me. I never did kill a second goose, but I appreciated M.D.'s gesture, which is increasingly rare in the field.