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The "Windy" Goose Hunt

Story ID:7006
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Dillon Montana USA
Year:2011
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I hope this story from my early life doesn't offend anyone.

The “windy” Goose Hunt
By Chuck Dishno

This story took place in Bly, Oregon when I was about 10 years old.

Pop and I had walked out into Basil Hall’s hayfield to wait for the afternoon "fly-by".

We were sitting under a haystack with my dog, Ring. It was a warm November afternoon and we were getting drowsy since had We eaten several choke-um-ass sandwiches, actually Velveeta cheese on white bread.

An Indian friend once said to me, "I don’t like that Velveeta, It choke-um my ass" and we have called them that ever since.

Back to the story: As we were sitting there, a large flight of Canadian honkers landed about 500 yards away. It was too far to shoot so Pop said we should crawl up on them. My Dad was a small man but over the winter he had put on a "little gut".

We climbed over the haystack fence and got on all fours. Pop in the lead, Ring next and then me all in a line. Ring had lost a leg in a coyote trap a few years before but could crawl just fine.

I don't know if we had eaten too many cheese sandwiches or not but all of a sudden Pop let go with a "breezer".

At this, Ring snorted, shook his head, got out of line and got in behind me. I started laughing and Pop said," Be quiet,Chum, you'll scare the geese." When I told him what had happened and we sat there laughing like two crazy people. Poor old Ring just looked at us wondering what was going on.

Needless to say the geese took off but Pop had made the day.

Years later when he was on his deathbed, we recalled these stories and laughed just as hard as ever.

How I loved that old man and the memories he left with me.

Chuck