A little story relating to geese, and goose hunting, and fishing, if you will. As I was fishing a long winding cove one late fall morning, I noticed some geese hanging around in the water about 10 yards off the bank. I was alone. I have this habit of talking, sometimes singing, to myself, making up my own lyrics. Yeah I know. Anyway, just about the time I realized that those geese were decoys, I noticed a guy crouched behind the bushes on the bank with his goose gun. He had to hear me and my "singing". I threw up my hand, appologized for my intrusion, and spun my boat around, trolling motor set on max, feeling like an idiot. I am a bad, bad man. ; )