Of Geese & Forever Friends

We spent the final weekend of the early goose season staring up at a sky empty of birds.  Those that happened to come into view where high and out of range, skittish from three weeks of persistent and heavy pressure.  

So there it was, Sunday afternoon without the trigger pulled the entire weekend.  I had decided I would venture back out in the evening and was hoping Charlie would come along for the adventure. Charlie has been in the blind and in the stand with me for years, living vicariously through my stories and the stories of my friends.  But now, as he grows older and carries the same shotgun that I learned with, he is beginning to craft his own stories from his own experiences.  

The amazing part is that I get to be apart of it.

We closed the evening and the season with a pair of honkers - it was fast, and it was exciting, and it only happened because of Charlie’s handy work with the goose call.  So we smile, we hug, and we look forward to so many more adventures together.