Geese began appearing about 8 a.m. Ryan and a buddy, Nick, called hard to them. Usually they’d circle three or four times, then think better of it. They’d seen too many spreads and could almost glide to the park. Finally, a group committed and cupped their great wings. Ryan called, “Take ’em!” I flung open the blind’s doors, sat up, and found that I’d concealed my gun a bit too well, having slid it beneath two still-rooted cornstalks. It was basically pinned to the ground. But Ken made a pretty shot to knock one down, and Ryan hustled off to retrieve it. An hour later—after many more window-shopping geese had admired our spread from just out of range, another group came in. This time I was ready. I shot twice and punched nice holes in the air. Then it was lunch time. We unloaded our guns and left them in the blinds. Just as we were returning to the blinds, Ryan, hissed, “Hustle, guys. Birds coming in.” As they landed, I sprang up, swung the barrel and made a beautiful click on a big goose. The bird landed and took off again unscathed.